In August of 2011 my family decided to make the move from Naperville, Illinois to Hilton Head Island, South Carolina when my dad lost his job and decided to retire. As an 11 year old I had to give up everything I knew and start over in a completely different setting than the one I grew up in, the place that made me deliriously happy. From …show more content…
As time went on I could no longer push down my feelings of withdrawal from my hometown and my overall disdain for my life on Hilton Head. Beginning around my freshman year I was taken aback by a sudden lack of feeling. Nothing made me happy, nothing made me sad. I watched my grades plummet in front of my eyes, powerless to stop it. Every day I failed over and over again to reach expectations and for some reason I allowed it to happen. Freshman and sophomore year were the hardest years of my life as I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder. For my whole life my family had told me I was incredibly smart and mature for my age, and here I was failing my classes and crying five times a day. I lost all faith in myself and frankly, my will to live. As this disorder escalated, my parents caught on and threw me into therapy. Eventually I was prescribed medication and I had to learn to live life on medication while balancing volleyball, schoolwork, and my responsibilities at home. Now, on top of all the things I was expected to do to succeed, I had to get to know myself all over again; the me that is on medication.