It's important that we understand the world and universe better to grow as people and become an overall better person. Each person has their own unique experiences, and even just learning someone's somewhat small world can change your views as a person, improve your empathy, and really give you a better shot at a happier life when you understand and relate to other people's experiences.
When I was a little kid, from when I was born to around age 5, I always had an optimistic view on the world, and that I could do big things if I reached for it. That mindset started to change when I developed nightmare problems, and became afraid of everything. Parents don't always listen to a little kid complaining about being sad or not feeling like they're ever going to get better because it's commonly associated with a "phase" kids go through. When a little kid cries, it was always me throwing a temper tantrum, not feeling valid emotions every kid goes through to learn more about themselves and the world.
Over time, my fears and hopes for my future never repaired on their own, and it became a concern to my doctor. She told my mother to schedule an appointment with a counselor, which I reminded her to do many times. She said she would do it, but never ended up doing that. As such a young kid, I felt like my feelings weren't valid enough and I had to be independent and not rely on others to help me. I felt like I was on my own. Not to mention I've had a family history of mental illness on my mom's side, so the fact that she would avoid obvious signs hurt me when I made this realization. My mom's mother, aka my Grammy, had multiple sclerosis and suffered from depression and other illnesses due to her not being able to walk or do anything on her own anymore. She found joy in her family visiting her and her three cats at the time. Because of my Grammy, I found my passion for animals and that I want to work with helping them for the rest of my life. That's why I aspire to become a vet tech, and hopefully work up to running an animal shelter one day.
When middle school came around, my mental health issues started to really show to other around me, but people yet to pick up my struggles even after years of repetitive behaviors. 5th grade was my first year of middle school. I was always a pretty good student, but I hard time motivating myself to do the work, but I was capable of it. In my science class, I often became frustrated with the large work load compared to middle school. When I became frustrated, I would hit my head on the desk because I didn't know how to process my emotions. In 6th grade, the self destructive behaviors turned into digging my nails into my arms, and worsened over the years into 7th and 8th grade. During those years teachers took my behaviors as attention seeking, and I often got in trouble with detentions or calls home. All of which were met by scoldings from my parents, only solidifying the continuation of those behaviors. The friends I made in middle school were much like me, except we were all still a bit immature and naive, so some of them didn't realize that self destructive behaviors were not something to show off or be proud of. And it certainly wasn't something to brag about, especially when it comes to people traumatic experiences. Now I continue to struggle with self-harming behaviors and have been working on stopping those habits as much as possible.
I didn't get my first therapist until 10th grade when I was 15, after I had the courage AGAIN to ask my mom for a therapist after many failed attempts. To this day, which me at 17 years old, I have three therapists, one being a basic therapist, a trauma specialist, and a practical medicine specialist in anxiety management. My views on the world have greatly changed from all my experiences, especially now that I am getting mental health care and have been given diagnoses to finally confirm my suspicions that people previously denied all my life. I won't put it lightly, my view on the world as a whole is much more pessimistic than when I was young, but I also think everyone ends up that way over time and more and more things affect their personality growth. Now that I'm a senior in high school, I've made great friends, have a loving partner of six months now, and continue to work on my mental health everyday and try my best to push through my daily conflicts. My mom has also gotten better with understanding me and listening to my mental health concerns. Over time, she actually became very supportive and tries her best to help me out, even if she's not the most educated in that area.
My experiences with mental health have also greatly impacted my career aspirations because of how I was raised. As i mentioned before, my Grammy suffered form multiple sclerosis, and often found joy in her animals, which were her three cats. She's the reason I became so attached to animals, and why I found it easier to empathize with animals and relate to their emotions and who they felt neglected too. Animals, especially cats, are very complicated animals. They aren't able to communicate through words, so they display their feelings through body language and facial expressions, which people commonly mistake one for another. For example, when a cat walks around with its tail down, it may mean the cat is feeling anxious and is being cautious of its surroundings, but some people don't notice that and see it as an open invitation to pet them(even if they don't want to be pet). My personal experiences really connected me with animals, which is how i figured out what I was most passionate about and what I want to spend the rest of my life doing, which gives me motivation.