Happy. Lucky. Blessed.
These were the most common words I've heard when asking someone to describe me. I was "happy", "lucky", "blessed". Why? I'm not sure. I'm just normal if you ask me.
These were the most common words I've heard when asking someone to describe me. I was "happy", "lucky", "blessed". Why? I'm not sure. I'm just normal if you ask me.
I grew up in
a family of six; my parents, my three brothers, and, of course, myself. I had a pretty normal family; parents who were constantly smiling and laughing
with each other and siblings who'd occasionally argue from time to time. Also,
we were all pretty much strong Christian's since birth. We attended church
every Sunday, surrounded our entire house with scriptures from the bible, did
our devotions every night, and prayed together as a family before every meal. It
was nothing out of the ordinary. To me.
When I grew
older, I realized that most families weren't like mine. They weren't so joyous
or spirited. Most families weren't even considered families anymore. When I was in middle school, I admit, I was
pretty gregarious. I met all kinds of people. And, no, I'm not talking about different
races or genders or anything like that. I'm talking about people with different
types of attitudes and personalities. Some were tremendously outgoing and full
of spirit! Some were secretly depressed and full of anxiety. Because of this, my
mind always wondered why and how. Why do these people feel the way they do? How
does their mind work to make them feel this way?
By eighth
grade I learned more about these people and why they felt the way they did.
Most grew up in horrible environments and terrible families. Some got raped,
abused, molested, or sexually harassed at one point in their lives. They all
experienced many devastating, life-changing moments in their lives that caused
them to act or be how they are. However, these answers weren't enough for me. I
wanted more deep, intellectual answers.
I knew I was
a very curious person when it came to human behavior and interactions. I never
knew why, though. It wasn't until my freshman year of high school that I got
introduced to psychology. Ever since, I knew that becoming a psychologist was
something that I desperately wanted to become.
