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When I was a little girl, I always had a passion for helping people.
Usually it was my twin brother or younger sister. I assumed the mother role at a young age. I'd constantly make sure they were safe and assisted them with anything they needed. Sometimes that would lead to trouble, but I had a pretty honest face to get away with things with my parents.
I was that kid that walked around with a little doctor's kit and would bandage up any 'owie.' After graduating high school, I joined the Army
and left three months later into what people referred to as "the real world." That was an experience in itself. At 18 years old, I had the privilege of knowing what I could handle physically, mentally and emotionally. It can take a person there whole life to realize and understand themselves.
I denied getting help when I desperately needed it. My mom, being a RN, begged me to go see a doctor and get on medication. My mentality of having too much pride got the best of me. I got fed up of being tired and feeling like my life was worthless. I finally reached out for help. I wouldn't be the same person I am today if I didn't. I consider myself lucky. With the help of medications and therapy, I survived one of the longest and toughest times in my life.
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