What was wrong with me?
I’ve finally figured out my severe mental problems that have been plaguing me since I was about 12 years old. The thing is that I was raised by two parents that have a lot of learning to do themselves. My Dad has always made decisions for me since I was young and my Mom wasn’t really involved in my life. My Dad was always gone because he was so busy with work and I stayed home with my Mom who didn’t really talk to me too much. Every problem I had when I was young was a joke to them, they never really took me seriously. Add to the fact that my brother severely tormented me and always discouraged me from everything I enjoyed, I turned out to be a completely passionless and courage less person.
Now I realize that what I lacked was goals. My parents never taught me that the basis for succeeding in life is to have goals and work for them. I just performed my schoolwork and did the minimum to get by so my Dad wouldn’t get upset at me. Everybody says hindsight is 20/20, and for me that is the case. If I could go back, I would do things completely different. I would joined a team sport in high school and made more friends instead of relying on the few that I had that I didn’t really like anyways. I was also full of fear because I did not understand much of the world around me and why things happened the way that they did. Now I realize my goals and I want to work hard for them, for myself this time, not for anyone else. I want to get a career so I can make money and support a beautiful family in a nice neighborhood. I used to think my goals were unattainable, but now I realize that they can be accomplished.
Now I realize that what I lacked was goals. My parents never taught me that the basis for succeeding in life is to have goals and work for them. I just performed my schoolwork and did the minimum to get by so my Dad wouldn’t get upset at me. Everybody says hindsight is 20/20, and for me that is the case. If I could go back, I would do things completely different. I would joined a team sport in high school and made more friends instead of relying on the few that I had that I didn’t really like anyways. I was also full of fear because I did not understand much of the world around me and why things happened the way that they did. Now I realize my goals and I want to work hard for them, for myself this time, not for anyone else. I want to get a career so I can make money and support a beautiful family in a nice neighborhood. I used to think my goals were unattainable, but now I realize that they can be accomplished.