As a society, we have an initiative in which we try to remove killers. One way we achieve this is by locking murderers away in prison. Truthfully, though, killers don’t have to be in the form of humans. Cancer is a killer, so we desperately search for a cure. Diabetes kills, so we found a Read More …
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I am 18 years old and I have ADP. ADP, short for Auditory Processing Disorder, is a speech and language deficit that affects my reading, writing, and overall language skills. While I hear everything going on around me, I don’t process auditory input the way everyone else does. I often confuse phonemes (words that are different Read More …
How Society Views Women As a four-year-old, I vividly remember myself wishing to look as marvelous as Disney female characters often do. As time passed, I became aware of the societal expectations for women to fit aesthetic standards. I found myself at a loss. Erroneously, I attempted to change, practicing the use of harsh remarks. Read More …
My name is unimportant. My exact age is too. Just because I’m sure you’re curious, I’m in my late teens, but that doesn’t matter. Where I live means nothing, as does what school I attend. What matters is that I am a young woman who just like anyone else has passions, dislikes, a family I love, strong Read More …
I was diagnosed with depression a few weeks after my 17th birthday. The months leading up to my diagnosis had been turbulent at best. One good hour was often followed by many bad days. Eventually, my good hours were spent anxiously anticipating the next storm. I fought my battles silently and didn’t think anyone could Read More …
Here are some things you should know about me: I am 18 years old. I love to sing, draw, find random quotes, and go on weird adventures with friends. Leslie Knope is my biggest role model. And I will fight you to the death if you say I can’t do something because I’m a girl. These Read More …
I listened to a lot of music when I had depression, and played a lot of word games on my phone. I had to charge it pretty often those days. It was a coping mechanism. Nothing beat distraction — the sheer power of my mind pushing everything down so all that remained was the dizzying Read More …
Ever since I was little, I’ve been a positive person. As I grew up, I became capable of some degree of higher thought. Subsequently, I became aware of my opposite ability to critique and criticize myself. Time went on… As time went on, I criticized more than I complimented myself and deemed myself unable to fulfill any Read More …
I’ll tell you a secret: My real name is not Bruce Wayne. I’m not a billionaire who lives in a mansion and dates supermodels, whose picture and name is on the cover of magazines and newspapers. I’m just a regular guy. I eat, sleep, walk, talk, laugh, cry, space out during class, etc. If you saw me walking Read More …