mish90
Nov 17, 2011
Undergraduate / UC Prompt #2: My own war [13]
I read a book called "Forever" by Judy Blume in middle school. There was a statement that stuck with me, "Fuck isn't a bad word, hate and war are bad words." I didn't understand it when I was younger because I knew I would get in trouble for cursing "fuck" out loud but I would never get in trouble for saying "hate" or "war" out loud. Now that I'm older, I've learned the true meanings of the words and I agree with the statement. War. Hate. They are certainly not good things. People go through hell because of these two words. For me, the war I had was never-ending. I thought the keys for survival were to let go and surrender. My own personal battle started when I was younger. I wasn't unhappy and didn't want the life I had; I wished for more and better. I questioned faith to why it gave me this life? Why did I have to be Michelle? My parents love me but they had funny ways of showing it. I was the oldest of three and already mature for my age by seven. I lived the life as a third parent. My parents already had high expectations for me and I felt the pressure. I wanted to escape from the life I had and a way of doing this was secretly pretending to be other people and that I had their life.
The earliest memory of this was after watching a Disney movie called "Zenon." It's about an alien moving to Earth because she was got into trouble at home in outer space so her parents "grounded" her, meaning making to Earth. I remember a specific scene where Zenon didn't know what an apple was. It was fascinating for me because it was odd. I would watch the movie over and over and the next day, I started to pretend that I was like Zenon. It made my life more interesting to wake up one day and just pretend that I was "grounded" and didn't know anything on the planet Earth! It did work for a bit but it got boring.
As I got older, I started to mirror my friends. I imitated their laugh, words, and facial expressions. It gotten intense to the point I started thinking like them. I wanted to be like my friends. Whenever a tough situation for me appeared in my life, I would think..."What would Linda do?" and then I would, in my fullest potential, to do whatever I think she would have done. This kept going on for a few years until I finally got a wake up call. I've come to realize that I was a combination of everyone I knew and I suddenly didn't know who I was and felt like a duplicate. I was so far from my own reality that I've abandoned my life. I wasn't involved with my family when I should've been. This is my biggest regret. I grew up being a bad daughter and older sister since I was too caught up in my fantasy world. I reminisced my past and realized I've wasted my time pretending. This realization made me depressed because I didn't know who I was and lost my childhood trying to be others when I could've been myself. If I've had been myself from the start then I would've known who I was earlier in my life. I wanted to rewind and go back to the younger Michelle, the one that wished to be someone else and didn't want her life. I wished someone had told me that I was beautiful the way I was and not to be ashamed to express it.
This is a very personal experience for me because it is a huge impact which given me a new outlook on life. I've accepted who I am today, my past, and don't want to waste another minute trying to be someone I'm not. I'm fighting for individuality, the opportunity to show people who I am, and what I'm capable of. I used to be so weak and so timid. What I've learned in this experience is to fight for myself, to never give up, and always move forward. Before the war was entirely about me versus me. I hated myself and I wanted myself to die. I was consistently fighting with myself. Now, it's me versus the world because I am fighting for myself now. I'm not fighting against myself anymore. That war has ended because I saved myself.
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I know it is long but that's what I need help with! I don't know what I should cut out or be more specific and detailed about. Anyway, thanks for reading!
I read a book called "Forever" by Judy Blume in middle school. There was a statement that stuck with me, "Fuck isn't a bad word, hate and war are bad words." I didn't understand it when I was younger because I knew I would get in trouble for cursing "fuck" out loud but I would never get in trouble for saying "hate" or "war" out loud. Now that I'm older, I've learned the true meanings of the words and I agree with the statement. War. Hate. They are certainly not good things. People go through hell because of these two words. For me, the war I had was never-ending. I thought the keys for survival were to let go and surrender. My own personal battle started when I was younger. I wasn't unhappy and didn't want the life I had; I wished for more and better. I questioned faith to why it gave me this life? Why did I have to be Michelle? My parents love me but they had funny ways of showing it. I was the oldest of three and already mature for my age by seven. I lived the life as a third parent. My parents already had high expectations for me and I felt the pressure. I wanted to escape from the life I had and a way of doing this was secretly pretending to be other people and that I had their life.
The earliest memory of this was after watching a Disney movie called "Zenon." It's about an alien moving to Earth because she was got into trouble at home in outer space so her parents "grounded" her, meaning making to Earth. I remember a specific scene where Zenon didn't know what an apple was. It was fascinating for me because it was odd. I would watch the movie over and over and the next day, I started to pretend that I was like Zenon. It made my life more interesting to wake up one day and just pretend that I was "grounded" and didn't know anything on the planet Earth! It did work for a bit but it got boring.
As I got older, I started to mirror my friends. I imitated their laugh, words, and facial expressions. It gotten intense to the point I started thinking like them. I wanted to be like my friends. Whenever a tough situation for me appeared in my life, I would think..."What would Linda do?" and then I would, in my fullest potential, to do whatever I think she would have done. This kept going on for a few years until I finally got a wake up call. I've come to realize that I was a combination of everyone I knew and I suddenly didn't know who I was and felt like a duplicate. I was so far from my own reality that I've abandoned my life. I wasn't involved with my family when I should've been. This is my biggest regret. I grew up being a bad daughter and older sister since I was too caught up in my fantasy world. I reminisced my past and realized I've wasted my time pretending. This realization made me depressed because I didn't know who I was and lost my childhood trying to be others when I could've been myself. If I've had been myself from the start then I would've known who I was earlier in my life. I wanted to rewind and go back to the younger Michelle, the one that wished to be someone else and didn't want her life. I wished someone had told me that I was beautiful the way I was and not to be ashamed to express it.
This is a very personal experience for me because it is a huge impact which given me a new outlook on life. I've accepted who I am today, my past, and don't want to waste another minute trying to be someone I'm not. I'm fighting for individuality, the opportunity to show people who I am, and what I'm capable of. I used to be so weak and so timid. What I've learned in this experience is to fight for myself, to never give up, and always move forward. Before the war was entirely about me versus me. I hated myself and I wanted myself to die. I was consistently fighting with myself. Now, it's me versus the world because I am fighting for myself now. I'm not fighting against myself anymore. That war has ended because I saved myself.
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I know it is long but that's what I need help with! I don't know what I should cut out or be more specific and detailed about. Anyway, thanks for reading!
