Life since the Mission
My life is great. Sure, I have my ups and downs but overall, life couldn't be better. I always wonder where I would be if such-and-such hadn't happened. Would I still be living in Brookview? Would I almost be done with my undergraduate work? Would my relationships be the same?
I served a mission in Iowa from June of 2008 to September of 2009. I was diagnosed with bipolar. It has been a long haul, getting meds to balance out so that I can live a normal life, finding things that will keep me on the sane side of things. I was given the decision to choose whether or not I would go back to the mission field. After praying and fasting about it I felt like I had served the correct amount of time. Where would I be now if I had served the remainder of the 9 months that I had missed?
I came back from my mission, changed; at first, doubting myself. Fortunately the church has always been good to me. I got a starter job at Deseret Industries. The hardest thing about that job was determining what price I should give an object or piece of clothing. I made friends there, went to the Single's Ward.
I had a good time. But I needed to complete my education. So, after being taken care of by my parents, I took my leave, and resumed my education at Brigham Young University. I lived in Condo Row. I was referred there by a friend in my home ward.. Life was great. I was taking classes again, getting my education again. I had even found someone that I thought I could spend the rest of my life with.
That turned out to be one of the most trying times in my life. I had been weaning myself off my medication and unfortunately broke up with that special someone. After that, I relapsed. I had trouble taking care of myself. Fortunately, I had an Uncle that lives close by and a good friend from chemistry that took care of me. My mom came as soon as she knew I was in trouble. Dad was abroad. My obsession with smart phones began, especially I-phones.
I was taken home again. I had just lost the will to live. I needed others to take care of me. And it was not long after I was home for a while that my parents decided to put me back into a mental ward at Loma Linda University. I at first fought it. I thought everybody was against me. But soon, I came back to my senses and saw that this was all for my good.
So, two setbacks in my life. Nothing to cry over. Everything happens for a reason. I'm grateful for wise parents who love me, and for all of those with me.
Since then, I've lived a relatively normal life. I've been continuing going to school without any major setbacks. I take a whole load of medicines, but that's do-able. And now, I'M IN MY LAST SEMESTER OF COLLEGE! I have come a long way. It's been a good stretch, and I'm glad to be almost done with school.
Now, it's time to press forward; pass all my classes, and walk.
I served a mission in Iowa from June of 2008 to September of 2009. I was diagnosed with bipolar. It has been a long haul, getting meds to balance out so that I can live a normal life, finding things that will keep me on the sane side of things. I was given the decision to choose whether or not I would go back to the mission field. After praying and fasting about it I felt like I had served the correct amount of time. Where would I be now if I had served the remainder of the 9 months that I had missed?
I came back from my mission, changed; at first, doubting myself. Fortunately the church has always been good to me. I got a starter job at Deseret Industries. The hardest thing about that job was determining what price I should give an object or piece of clothing. I made friends there, went to the Single's Ward.
I had a good time. But I needed to complete my education. So, after being taken care of by my parents, I took my leave, and resumed my education at Brigham Young University. I lived in Condo Row. I was referred there by a friend in my home ward.. Life was great. I was taking classes again, getting my education again. I had even found someone that I thought I could spend the rest of my life with.
That turned out to be one of the most trying times in my life. I had been weaning myself off my medication and unfortunately broke up with that special someone. After that, I relapsed. I had trouble taking care of myself. Fortunately, I had an Uncle that lives close by and a good friend from chemistry that took care of me. My mom came as soon as she knew I was in trouble. Dad was abroad. My obsession with smart phones began, especially I-phones.
I was taken home again. I had just lost the will to live. I needed others to take care of me. And it was not long after I was home for a while that my parents decided to put me back into a mental ward at Loma Linda University. I at first fought it. I thought everybody was against me. But soon, I came back to my senses and saw that this was all for my good.
So, two setbacks in my life. Nothing to cry over. Everything happens for a reason. I'm grateful for wise parents who love me, and for all of those with me.
Since then, I've lived a relatively normal life. I've been continuing going to school without any major setbacks. I take a whole load of medicines, but that's do-able. And now, I'M IN MY LAST SEMESTER OF COLLEGE! I have come a long way. It's been a good stretch, and I'm glad to be almost done with school.
Now, it's time to press forward; pass all my classes, and walk.
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