Who I Am (Blog Post Seven)
   I grew up in a strongly religious household, and I grew up believing in a god. After my parentsâ divorce, I turned to god. After my brotherâs unexpected death, I turned to god. God was the only solution I had. All of my morals, beliefs, and understanding of life came from the church. Reflecting on my life, I recognize the events that created the person I am today. From my brotherâs death to leaving the church, I have developed my own set of morals through my experiences.
   For me, the most important event in my life was moving out of my motherâs house. After my brotherâs death, my mother, in a sense, shut down. My sister had moved out and in with her boyfriend, leaving me to take care her. After the funeral, my mother took a leave of absence from work, and we moved in with my grandparents. My grandmother is a devoutly religious, rude, and spiteful lady. It was in that living situation that I developed an eating disorder, and began to really struggle with my mental health. It took my mother nine months to go back to work, a year-and-a-half to move out on her own, but it hasnât been until recently that she has begun to heal from the trauma of losing her son. I moved in with my father almost two years after my brotherâs death, and it has been the one thing I can trace everything good in my life back too.
   After moving in with my father, my eating disorder worsened. Looking back, I recognize just how sick I was, and how lucky I am that I was never committed. My father, although he knew I was struggling, did not notice the severity of my problems; he worked night shifts, and I did not see much of him. The eating disorder was almost encouraged by the lack of a welcoming environment from his then-fiancÊ, and her children. I did not leave my room unless it was a necessity, or everyone was asleep. Looking back, I see this as my lowest point.
   My ninth and tenth grade English teacher was a bubbly, young woman who had a passion for the literature she was teaching, and the students she was teaching it too. Mrs. B made me feel like I had a chance in life by giving me a place where I felt safe, and welcome. She showed me that the only person I had to save in life was myself, and if I did that, then I succeeded. She is the reason I want to be a teacher. She is, most likely, the reason I am alive.
   Even as a young child, I cannot look back on my life and remember a time where I wasnât struggling with depression. It is crazy to see how trauma develops an illness, and where exactly we can find ourselves in it. Nevertheless, I learned the most important lesson in my life from the challenges Iâve faced: whenever you decide itâs time, you can turn your life around. My solutions no longer include a god, or a higher power. Instead, I have found hope in literature, and a passion for exploring life. There is no greater feeling than falling in love with everything in front of you
   Today, I am studying to be a high school English teacher, just like Mrs. B. I am still seeking adventures, love, and new experiences. I no longer believe in a god, or put my faith in a higher power. Instead, I have found the power in myself. I believe everyone deserves a chance in life, no matter the obstacles youâve faced. I believe that pain creates some of the most beautiful things, and that if believing in a god makes you feel happier, then do not back away from your faith. It wasnât my parents, my brotherâs death, or my eating disorder that changed my morals; instead, it was the pain. That pain created a person who values life, who values family and friends, and who views the world as an inherently good place.
âI turned my back on the story. A sense of superiority. / Everything casts a shadow.â â Richard Siken, Detail Of The Woods
Woods, Abigail. âMy Brother and I.â 2007. Photograph.
Woods, Abigail. âSnowboarding In Colorado.â 2017. Photograph.
Woods, Abigail. âGreen Day at the BOK, Tulsa, OK.â 06 March 2017. Photograph.
It is so refreshing when I can relate to someone elseâs life experiences. Having an overtly religious upbringing is an experience that can either make or break someoneâs life. For most, itâs pretty damaging. The âChristian valuesâ instilled in me from a young age still make me feel guilty for having different beliefs, even though I know that doesnât make me a bad person. I donât need a higher power to feel satisfied with life, but having that guilt in the back of my mind always stirs up self-doubt. Culture truly follows a person forever.
Saying you donât remember a time in your life where you werenât struggling with depression really struck a chord with me. I feel like Iâve lost most of my life to my mental illnesses, and itâs very easy to dwell on that belief. Being happy isnât easy sometimes, but I know the world is a good place if I know where to look. Itâs comforting to see that a lot of people have similar experiences to mine.Â













