23 January 2017
Final Draft (3:30 p.m.)
Learning how to be happy can take up to a whole lifetime sometimes but for me it only took 18 years. Realizing I wasn’t completely happy, didn’t hit me until I turned 17 and that was a wide awakening. Many people affected my path to happiness in both good and bad ways but they all taught me something along the way. Yet I still managed to learn how to be content with life mostly by myself, because people can’t always be there for you. Learning things are never easy when you’re learning them on your own, especially when it comes to happiness.
During my years of being a child I hadn’t really thought about being happy or sad, I kind of just played all day and didn’t have a worry in the world. It wasn’t until I got to high school that things started to change for me. A little bit before my 17th birthday I went through a lot of hardships when it came to my family, especially with the relationship I had with my older sister. During that year every started to go south, that included my grades, my family, and my state of mind too. I never had to deal with life changing events, but my junior year I did. Because I never had to deal with any big problems, I never learned how to cope with life and it knocked me down to my knees. Not knowing how to cope with all those problems, I started to become very depressed, and I closed myself off to the world for a while. Yet I didn’t let myself stay in that same dark place, and I realized I needed to learn how to be happy on my own, but I couldn’t do it by myself.
After I realized I wasn’t happy with my life, I told my parents about what I how I was feeling and I don’t think they could’ve been more understanding than in that moment. That same day, my mom made an appointment for me to go see a therapist because both her and I thought that, that was the best choice. At first I was reluctant to go because I wasn’t the type of person to talk about my feelings to some stranger. Yet as time passed I felt more comfortable and starting learning new ways of coping with negative things that happen in my life. For a while I was doing great but then my sister decided she didn’t want to be a part of our family anymore which made all the progress I made go down the drain. For a while I didn’t want to get up or do much, but my parents made me go out and try and still look at the bright side. After weeks of them making me do that I actually felt better. I learned how to keep myself busy with school and hobbies which took my mind of the things that would give me anxiety or make me sad.
Though I have my parents to thank finding a path to happiness, I still learned a lot of things on my own. After I turned 18, things started to looking up. I kept myself focused on school and keeping my grades up, so I could go to college. During the winter I also started to learn how to snowboard because it was something that really made me love life and everything about it. But when I was home or alone I still tried to keep my mind busy, so I started writing poems. Writing poetry is probably the best thing that I’ve ever done for myself because it was my own sort of therapy, I could write anything I wanted and after I would feel so relived and stress free. I learned many ways to keep my mind busy in a positive way so I wouldn’t become sad or dwell on the past. I’ve come a long way from the start of my high school life, and I ended it in the best way I could’ve possibly imagined.
Realizing you’re not happy, is pretty scary. So when I found that out about myself I didn’t know how to deal with it or who to talk to. Yet because of what I went through I’ve become closer with my parents. Without them, I probably would’ve never gotten to where I’m at now. Therapy wad a real eye opener that I had problems with myself that I needed to fix, yet the best thing about mistakes, is that you can always learn something from them, and I learned a lot about myself after that. Learning how to be content with life was hard. It was hard because I had to find things that truly made me happy and that also meant getting rid of things that were just poisoning my life. Taking up hobbies like snowboarding and poetry really helped me get my mind off things, they made me feel like I had a purpose in life and showed me that the glass is half full, not half empty. I took 18 years to fully be content with life but I’m glad it happened pretty early in my life. Not only am I completely happy but also learned how to love deeper, think bigger, and become the very best self I could ever be.