Hey, for my holiday homework our school wanted us to write a personal reflective essay on encountering conflict - and it just so happens that I am horrible at writing essays let alone one like this.
So if you have time could you please have a read of what I wrote for the essay and give me any advice on what to change, whether that is paragraphs, spelling, punctuation, structure, vocabulary or whether I should just start again haha.
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The Silent Conflict
“The greatest conflicts are not between two people but between one person and himself.”
Never did I think that the first time I would experience conflict would be experiencing it with myself. When we think of depression in young people we think of people who call themselves ‘emo’, people who have the pale skin with plenty of facial piercings, and someone who listens to dark depressing music.
The thing is that stigma given to young people with depression couldn’t be more wrong; more than 20% of young people will suffer depression symptoms before adulthood and most of these people are just normal people like you and me.
Before I was diagnosed with depression I was one of the happiest people you could meet, I was always smiling, laughing and having fun but then that all changed. It was nearing the end of 2010 and my mood started to drop, I wasn’t laughing and having fun as must as the old days, and I was starting to isolate myself from my friends and the general society.
People started to notice the changes, they started to get angry and annoyed with my mood changes, and the way I would treat them and then sadly majority of them stopped having interest in hanging or talking to me.
I didn’t know what was happening to me, I didn’t know where the happy old (my name) had gone and I hated it, I hated myself. I questioned my life and why this was happening to me, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse I realised I had no one who cared about me anymore because of how I treated them.
Months went by with things getting worse and worse, my family started to see and difference and tell me about it, but they just thought it was the normal teenage mood swings. Someone at school anonymously told the school they were worried about me, so I was told to go to one of the school counsellor people. I hated being asked questions by someone I didn’t know, especially a person who teaches at the school and I didn’t want them to know personal thing about me.
It had been a year now, I hated myself, I hated what I had become, but for some reason I just didn’t want to do anything about it. Well that was until I started to have thoughts of death, I then decided to go to the doctors and see what was going on. The Doctor asked me to this ‘black dog institute assessment on depression’ and come back with the results. I wasn’t really surprised by the results but they confirmed that I had teenage depression. Just hearing that probably made things worse, but I was put on Anti-Depressants which took a few weeks to make a difference but they worked.
And here we are today, definitely not hating on life, starting to get back with my old friends while making new friends, and starting to get my life back on track
What I learned from all this is the worst conflicts are not wars or fights; they are the conflicts that we have with ourselves, the conflicts that only we can deal with, and the conflicts that no one can help us but us.
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Yeah I know, its pretty bad!!! haha
thanks in advance everyone
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