My freshman year, in the Spring, my boyfriend broke up with me. I thought that it was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. Well to that point, it pretty much was.

After struggling with an abusive relationship with my father. I never realized that a good fathers do not hit his kids, because that was all I had ever known. A year ago I found myself in a hospital, wearing blue paper scrubs. I had tried to kill myself. As well as thinking about how things would be if I died. I thought about things normal fifteen-year-olds do not think about. I debated about whether I wanted to be an organ donor or donate my body to science. I still do not know.

But you see at that point, I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to live. It took me a trip to Mexico to an orphanage to make me see a life worth living. I realized that I loved my life, and I wanted to help people, which helped me come to the conclusion that I wanted to be a medical missionary. Now, I am staying home from school, doing most of my school online because I have been having health problems. I have been having headaches, and being really dizzy and passing out. The thing is that now, I would rather be living a perfectly normal life. I want to travel, but instead I am pretty much confined to my bed.

I guess that what really matters is to take advantage of what you have when you have it, because you never know when it will be taken away from you.