Anyone who knows me would tell you that I’m a bubbly, light hearted person. I’m constantly smiling or giggling. I love life and everything about it. This is how I appear to those around me. And although all of this is true, there is more to me than most are aware. Everyone has their own struggles they try to hide and keep to themselves.
On the inside, I’ve always been the type of person to worry over minor things. I have anxiety and OCD. I’ve always had to study harder and longer than others to keep my grades high. I get stressed easily, and I have trouble focusing, but this never seemed to play a major role in my life until I stepped into high school.
Throughout freshman year, my life was turned upside down. I struggled to balance school…show more content… I'd grown up next door to him my whole life. The doctors didn't give him much time to live and I tried to spend every single second I had with him. Reminiscing on all of our memories, the countless hours we’d spent playing checkers or working in the turkey barns together. I thought of all the times he’d played his guitars for me and sang.
He fought hard for his life. My Papaw was the first person I’d really ever lost. It hit me hard, I felt weak and vulnerable, as if my whole world was over. But then I started thinking of everything he had taught me over the years. He showed me how to be a hard worker, how to praise the Lord and stand for what I believe in, how to keep pushing through even when you have nothing left to give.
From that point on I decided I could get through my anxiety attacks and my ADD. He gave me the strength to push through and be courageous. I did it for him. Anytime I felt like giving up I’d plug in my old CD player and listen to his gospel CD. I knew he was smiling down on me from Heaven. He brought my spark back to life. If he could lay on that hospital bed miserable and completely drained of energy and still keep a smile on his face and remind me how much he loved me, then I can push through anything and keep fighting till the end as
