There was a period of time where that didn’t affect me like it previously had done, however, it resurfaced in my sophomore year .My father is a member of the U.S. Army and has served three tours. As a family, we all thought he would retire sometime around junior year, however, he received orders to go to South Korea for a year. Even though he had been deployed before, this specific time felt different. This time around, I was comparably mature to my younger self, thus giving me a truer sense of the nature of the situation. My role model and one of my biggest supporters had been taken out of my life. Combined with the fact that my mother had started working again, I felt alone in a world still new to me. The grades of my hardest classes started to fall, my English and Spanish classes, until I eventually failed. This was a wake-up call for me, that what was going inside of my sad was not just being sad, but an actual problem that I would have to deal with. So over that summer I retook the attempted English class online while seeing a counselor and taking antidepressants. Despite all the professional help and support from my mother that I was receiving, I still felt dark. These failures in my life only drew me