Life is What You Make of It
Arthur Rimbaud once said, “I think I’m in Hell, therefore I am.” Life is what you make it and not every negative experience has to result in a negative outcome. Learn from your mistakes and treat them like they’re positive because without your past misfortunes you wouldn’t be the person you are today. I live by this idea each day.
I was about three and my sister was eight when we were taken from our mother. We were living on the side of the road in a broken down car while my mom was strung out on drugs and trying to take care of two little girls. I’m so thankful we were taken away, but I didn’t always think so positively about the topic.
I grew up moving place to place with my older sister. It seemed like there wasn’t a foster home in the world that wanted us. My sister, Brittany, would always fight against each foster parent which would cause them to get frustrated and send us away. I understood their reasoning, but it still hurt to be pushed away like that. It felt like every time I got close to a family, we’d be moved. Eventually I stopped allowing others into my life because I didn’t see the point. We were placed into many different foster homes. There were plenty I loved, but there were also a couple abusive homes. I remembered bits and pieces from my different experiences, but for the most part I blocked them out. I was fairly good at burying the things I didn’t want to think about. The only time I snapped was in second grade. A girl put her hand over my mouth and I immediately screamed and wouldn’t stop crying. No one knew what was wrong until my current foster mom talked to me after calming me down. I told her how one of my past foster moms would put her hand over my mouth so I couldn’t breathe while she talked to me. After that occurrence I was put into counseling for a little bit and diagnosed with posttraumatic stress and reactive detachment disorder. Through all of this, I felt very discouraged and alone. Eventually though, I learned that everything I was going through could be used in a positive manner. It doesn’t matter what you go through, it’s what you do with your current situation that makes all the difference. I could lie around feeling sorry for myself, or I could build my life up and make a better one.
Currently I’m in an amazing foster home and I’ve worked out many issues from the past. Although my life isn’t the definition of perfect, it’s all I have so I’m going to make the best out of it. I’m doing my best in school right now so I can make something out of myself and have the ability to supply my future family with everything they’ll ever need. Whether it be socks or even a reassuring hug, I want them to feel safe and secure at all times. No longer will I feel sorry for myself or let others feel that way. Life is what you make of it. If you’re not happy with your life, fix it.
Arthur Rimbaud once said, “I think I’m in Hell, therefore I am.” Life is what you make it and not every negative experience has to result in a negative outcome. Learn from your mistakes and treat them like they’re positive because without your past misfortunes you wouldn’t be the person you are today. I live by this idea each day.
I was about three and my sister was eight when we were taken from our mother. We were living on the side of the road in a broken down car while my mom was strung out on drugs and trying to take care of two little girls. I’m so thankful we were taken away, but I didn’t always think so positively about the topic.
I grew up moving place to place with my older sister. It seemed like there wasn’t a foster home in the world that wanted us. My sister, Brittany, would always fight against each foster parent which would cause them to get frustrated and send us away. I understood their reasoning, but it still hurt to be pushed away like that. It felt like every time I got close to a family, we’d be moved. Eventually I stopped allowing others into my life because I didn’t see the point. We were placed into many different foster homes. There were plenty I loved, but there were also a couple abusive homes. I remembered bits and pieces from my different experiences, but for the most part I blocked them out. I was fairly good at burying the things I didn’t want to think about. The only time I snapped was in second grade. A girl put her hand over my mouth and I immediately screamed and wouldn’t stop crying. No one knew what was wrong until my current foster mom talked to me after calming me down. I told her how one of my past foster moms would put her hand over my mouth so I couldn’t breathe while she talked to me. After that occurrence I was put into counseling for a little bit and diagnosed with posttraumatic stress and reactive detachment disorder. Through all of this, I felt very discouraged and alone. Eventually though, I learned that everything I was going through could be used in a positive manner. It doesn’t matter what you go through, it’s what you do with your current situation that makes all the difference. I could lie around feeling sorry for myself, or I could build my life up and make a better one.
Currently I’m in an amazing foster home and I’ve worked out many issues from the past. Although my life isn’t the definition of perfect, it’s all I have so I’m going to make the best out of it. I’m doing my best in school right now so I can make something out of myself and have the ability to supply my future family with everything they’ll ever need. Whether it be socks or even a reassuring hug, I want them to feel safe and secure at all times. No longer will I feel sorry for myself or let others feel that way. Life is what you make of it. If you’re not happy with your life, fix it.