madisonmalaga1
Nov 18, 2015
Undergraduate / Through this experience I have learned that I am stronger than I would have ever deemed myself to be [4]
What is the most difficult thing you have ever experienced and what did you learn?
As I struggled to find the words to begin this essay and in two hundred and fifty words describe the most difficult thing I have experienced my mind drew blanks. How does one put into words waking up each day with a weight equivalent to a ton of bricks resting on their shoulders? Living as a teenager and having the territory of mood swings and a constant wide range of hormones is difficult enough, but with severe clinical depression and teen angst, it created a trial that at many times seemed unbearable. My junior year of high school, what was supposed to be the most rigorous year fell to be the year that getting out of bed and dressed was an accomplishment. I was not able to attend school for three months, using the most descriptive of words could not tell of the capacity of such sadness. Although depression is an everyday battle and is not over and may never be, I have learned; I have learned of the deepest compassion for those who feel anguish. I have learned that I am stronger than I would have ever deemed myself to be. I have learned to truly cherish all bits and forms that joy carries itself in because of the days it has been utterly absent. I have learned empathy in its purest form. Finally, I have learned that each day brings something new, whether is learning to love each miracle of life or experiencing the detrimental but needed pains.
What is the most difficult thing you have ever experienced and what did you learn?
As I struggled to find the words to begin this essay and in two hundred and fifty words describe the most difficult thing I have experienced my mind drew blanks. How does one put into words waking up each day with a weight equivalent to a ton of bricks resting on their shoulders? Living as a teenager and having the territory of mood swings and a constant wide range of hormones is difficult enough, but with severe clinical depression and teen angst, it created a trial that at many times seemed unbearable. My junior year of high school, what was supposed to be the most rigorous year fell to be the year that getting out of bed and dressed was an accomplishment. I was not able to attend school for three months, using the most descriptive of words could not tell of the capacity of such sadness. Although depression is an everyday battle and is not over and may never be, I have learned; I have learned of the deepest compassion for those who feel anguish. I have learned that I am stronger than I would have ever deemed myself to be. I have learned to truly cherish all bits and forms that joy carries itself in because of the days it has been utterly absent. I have learned empathy in its purest form. Finally, I have learned that each day brings something new, whether is learning to love each miracle of life or experiencing the detrimental but needed pains.
