Personal Narrative: Financial Aid
Financial Aid
Growing up I did not have that many friends. There were a few that I talked to, but only a handful that I truly felt close to. I did, however, meet who was and still is one of my closest friends. We knew each other through first grade, and we remained close until third grade; that was the year he had to move away. I remember him leaving hitting me hard, even though I was young I was still crushed at the harsh disappearance of my friend. It wasn't until seventh grade that we reconnected. He had moved back to the Southeast Polk school district, and we happened to have the same science class. After that, we started hanging out again, and he had told me about his time away. We lived very different lives, and when he told me about …show more content…
During that time my best friend was suffering from severe depression. His sophomore year was one of the more challenging for him, however he had been improving for a while, until about halfway through the school year. That night we talked and everything began to hit him. He recently lost some friends, his grandparents were not respecting him for who he was, and frankly, it was one of his toughest years. He began talking about how he truly felt; he told me he was going to commit suicide, that it will all end tonight, and that he did not want to dream anymore. That was the scariest night of my life, but I was not going to sit there and do nothing, I stayed up, listened, and talked him through it. It was at that moment I decided therapy would be my focus, and it was not because I thought that I was naturally going to fit into the part, but it was because I want people to know that they are not alone; I want them to know that it gets better and that people care. It is incredibly upsetting knowing there are people out there who think they are completely worthless, and it is that reason that I want to desperately be there for someone, and hopefully I will make a difference in their beautiful
Growing up I did not have that many friends. There were a few that I talked to, but only a handful that I truly felt close to. I did, however, meet who was and still is one of my closest friends. We knew each other through first grade, and we remained close until third grade; that was the year he had to move away. I remember him leaving hitting me hard, even though I was young I was still crushed at the harsh disappearance of my friend. It wasn't until seventh grade that we reconnected. He had moved back to the Southeast Polk school district, and we happened to have the same science class. After that, we started hanging out again, and he had told me about his time away. We lived very different lives, and when he told me about …show more content…
During that time my best friend was suffering from severe depression. His sophomore year was one of the more challenging for him, however he had been improving for a while, until about halfway through the school year. That night we talked and everything began to hit him. He recently lost some friends, his grandparents were not respecting him for who he was, and frankly, it was one of his toughest years. He began talking about how he truly felt; he told me he was going to commit suicide, that it will all end tonight, and that he did not want to dream anymore. That was the scariest night of my life, but I was not going to sit there and do nothing, I stayed up, listened, and talked him through it. It was at that moment I decided therapy would be my focus, and it was not because I thought that I was naturally going to fit into the part, but it was because I want people to know that they are not alone; I want them to know that it gets better and that people care. It is incredibly upsetting knowing there are people out there who think they are completely worthless, and it is that reason that I want to desperately be there for someone, and hopefully I will make a difference in their beautiful