I need to explain something before I really start my blog for tonight. My blog tonight is a rough copy of an essay I need to write, this is suppose to help me finally open up in my writing and hopefully, this will help me tear down the wall that I spent four years building, so here we go....
For as long as I can remember school has always been extremely hard for me, and not just academically; I have had to work harder and focus harder than most people do. I strive to do my best in school, but I have learned the hard way that my best is not my best; that no matter how hard I try it's never enough. Since fourth grade I have been teased for everything and it didn't stop till the eighth grade, where I ended up losing everything. "Personal Growth" comes from learning how to say "help me", and that asking for help has made me feel vulnerable because to me that not only shows me being or acting weak, but it made me feel like asking for help made me have to open up to someone. I have always been surrounded by people who have seemed at a higher level than myself, I had sunk lower than ever on the confidence scale, all because I didn't know how to say two words, "help me".
For the longest time I thought that asking for help was a weakness; that because other kids weren't asking for help I had some sort of problem. I have learned from almost getting kicked out of middle school because I was scared to speak up and ask a simple question. That one question was the difference between a passing grade and a failing grade.
In middle school I got laughed at for failing a religion test that my teacher put on the board, my first time ever taking a religion class and all I should've done was say help. I have sunk so low in my life because I got scared, I was worried I would be made fun of more than I had ever had in my life.
Asking for help just didn't apply to grades, it applied to kids making fun of me and calling me names, like "mustacheo". I was teased tremondously for looking the way I am and acting the way I am. I was called bad names because I acted a certain way. I didn't ask my teachers for help, I took all those names and issues onto myself. My mom was then in and out of hospitals from fifth grade till eighth grade, and I was then put into a situation where I never asked my dad or my sister to help me, I took it all onto myself.
My personal growth has been to let others help me when I truly need it, accept help when given, and to ask for help.