Andrea09
Nov 30, 2008
Undergraduate / the best aspects of an education - Personal Statement [7]
Prompt: Evaluate a significant experience and its effect on you.
Five years ago, my mom was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. This came after a series of increasingly erratic behaviors spanning the course of about two months. She refused to get out of bed for days, and then she wouldn't sleep at all. After a particularly long period of withdrawal, she abruptly decided to take the family on vacation. It was very confusing, not only because of her abrupt change in attitude, but also because she began to have some bizarre concerns. She became very worried about miniscule details, such as how many potato chips had been eaten, and she suddenly became very upset about seemingly nothing. One morning, two days into our trip, completely lost it. My sister and I woke up, hearing her screaming. We couldn't understand why mom was acting the way she was. She was angry and throwing dishes, then crying on the floor. I remember wondering what was going on; my mom made no sense, and she wasn't herself. When we eventually came home, she was hospitalized.
The next year my dad lost his job. He began drinking excessively, saying that this was the lowest point in his life. About a month later, he was put in the hospital for atrial fibrillation, a heart condition where one's heart will race until it explodes. The doctor told him he had to severely cut down on drinking or he would be right back in the hospital. He didn't listen, thinking that he still had it under control. Then we began to find bottles hidden in bizarre spots around our house, and my dad couldn't be trusted to stay sober at any time he was awake. I remember the frustration when we couldn't trust him to be sober long enough to drive me to a movie, or pick up my sister from dance. I couldn't comprehend why he wouldn't just quit. After a particularly upsetting incident, my grandparents came and checked him into alcohol treatment. He came back, and I had my dad again.
I consider myself very blessed. There are many people whose stories do not end as happily as mine do. There are many reasons why I am so fortunate, however, I attribute the great success and improvement in my parents to those who worked with them in the hospitals. In both cases, my family was privileged to work with very dedicated psychiatrists and therapists intent on helping my parents get well. My life has been greatly affected by the, and I hope to have as positive an effect on the lives of others as those in this field have had on mine. I know that this will require a tremendous amount of work and dedication, as well as the knowledge that can only be gained from a quality education but I have directly seen the positive effects, and cannot wait to begin that process.
please make as many corrections as possible thank you
Prompt: Evaluate a significant experience and its effect on you.
Five years ago, my mom was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. This came after a series of increasingly erratic behaviors spanning the course of about two months. She refused to get out of bed for days, and then she wouldn't sleep at all. After a particularly long period of withdrawal, she abruptly decided to take the family on vacation. It was very confusing, not only because of her abrupt change in attitude, but also because she began to have some bizarre concerns. She became very worried about miniscule details, such as how many potato chips had been eaten, and she suddenly became very upset about seemingly nothing. One morning, two days into our trip, completely lost it. My sister and I woke up, hearing her screaming. We couldn't understand why mom was acting the way she was. She was angry and throwing dishes, then crying on the floor. I remember wondering what was going on; my mom made no sense, and she wasn't herself. When we eventually came home, she was hospitalized.
The next year my dad lost his job. He began drinking excessively, saying that this was the lowest point in his life. About a month later, he was put in the hospital for atrial fibrillation, a heart condition where one's heart will race until it explodes. The doctor told him he had to severely cut down on drinking or he would be right back in the hospital. He didn't listen, thinking that he still had it under control. Then we began to find bottles hidden in bizarre spots around our house, and my dad couldn't be trusted to stay sober at any time he was awake. I remember the frustration when we couldn't trust him to be sober long enough to drive me to a movie, or pick up my sister from dance. I couldn't comprehend why he wouldn't just quit. After a particularly upsetting incident, my grandparents came and checked him into alcohol treatment. He came back, and I had my dad again.
I consider myself very blessed. There are many people whose stories do not end as happily as mine do. There are many reasons why I am so fortunate, however, I attribute the great success and improvement in my parents to those who worked with them in the hospitals. In both cases, my family was privileged to work with very dedicated psychiatrists and therapists intent on helping my parents get well. My life has been greatly affected by the, and I hope to have as positive an effect on the lives of others as those in this field have had on mine. I know that this will require a tremendous amount of work and dedication, as well as the knowledge that can only be gained from a quality education but I have directly seen the positive effects, and cannot wait to begin that process.
please make as many corrections as possible thank you
