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In January 2018, my housing provider referred me to a new surf therapy program which was being piloted. I was sceptical; how on earth could surfing be therapeutic? Wouldn't I drown? At that point I was willing to try anything to help my ever-worsening PTSD. I turned up with no expectations. I didn't really speak to anyone, just showed up, put the wetsuit on and listened. As soon as I caught that first wave that was it. I was hooked. The feeling of riding the wave was something else completely. Even before I tried to stand up on the board, the sense of freedom was unreal. I didn't attempt to stand up until the second session, and before I knew it I was surfing twice a week and then nearly every day over the summer. Even on days when the sea was flat I would paddle out just to get that sense of calm that the sea brought with it. I knew that whenever I was in the water, all my problems would disappear ; the flash backs, nightmares, anxiety and fear. For those few hours I could be a different, worry-free person. The hours I spent in the water were my form of mindfulness. When you're surfing you cannot afford to think about anything else. If you lose focus for even a few minutes you can end up swept out in a rip, colliding with another surfer or on top of a reef. Even when you have a ‘'bad surf'' it's still a complete distraction. It gave me a focus, something to aim towards. When you're up against something as powerful as the sea, it's a huge challenge but even when getting absolutely pummeled by the waves it makes you feel like you're really achieving something. In July I started volunteering with The Wave Project, a surf based charity which helps children with emotional and behavioural problems through surf therapy, It meant I could get in the water on both Saturdays and Sundays and pass on my skills to children who really needed that escape. It was great that I could use some of my experiences to help others. I could tell when they first turned up how anxious they were, and I knew from starting surfing myself how scary that was. The Wave Project also meant I got to meet loads of like minded people; positive people who constantly building each other up. I turned up one Saturday morning after having hardly any sleep due to noisy neighbours and was in the worst possible mood. Instantly they knew. I was inundated with hugs, offers of brews and practical support. The Wave Project is like a big family, no one gets left behind and even on your worst days they can make you feel like you have really achieved something. I always made a point of telling the children who seemed especially anxious that I had been through a similar surf therapy program myself, with the hope of easing their nerves. It was great to have some of them open up to me and trust me with some of their worries and fears. At the beginning of November I did my surf instructor course which was an amazing experience. I passed everything apart from the timed swim. So that's what I'm aiming towards now, passing my timed swim so I can spend the summer teaching kids how to surf and passing on my enthusiasm for the sport. When I speak to the instructors who led that first session I went to, they mention how I wouldn't even make eye contact with them at the beginning , let alone speak to them. It's amazing to look back and see how far I have come and the things I am now able to do, mainly because of surfing.

I am all about productivity. I stress when I don't do enough 'beneficial' things throughout my day. It is especially an issue on my days off from work. I put so much pressure on this day to be good because it is my day off, then I stress that I'm not doing enough work. I frustrate myself, my boyfriend or anyone else with me. But sometimes I need to realize...it is okay if all I did today, was breath.

It was happening when I lost my believed in love and miracle but my present boyfriend appeared like a hero in the movie.At first I was hard to get his heart open but after a few month the miracle happen he started to love me more and more and than he try to learn how to deal with a girl.He made me cried again and again but I tried my best to teach him how to deal with me and vice versa.Even if he was bad in love matter,he got more experience life than me. After hearing my whole story,he told me that what I did was wrong.All of these time I was just trying to please others without thinking of myself and just went with the flow of the people around me.He told me that I should not try to change how those people act toward me or even try to impress them. He told me to be myself,try to change myself to become better rather than changing how people think toward me so people will change their view of me and also their attitude toward me. He said that this is the only way to become an independent person.At that time I didn't believe what he tried to tell me and still acted as I always did. Even all of those hard times with my family and school life that he had to get through with me,he still stayed with me all the time that no one could ever do.He supported me with everything he got and finally I passed my high school exam.I expected that after I step my feet in this new life as a college student,I would have a better independent and a bunch of new friend that could walk with me through these four years of college life.But my boyfriend still told me that finishing high school doesn't mean life will become easier,each phases of life that complete will replaced by a new hard one.The only thing that can makes us feel it is not as hard as it seems to be, is to become a stronger person by ourselves.Everything got harder and many assignments were standing up a row to put their pressure on me. I started to understand what my boyfriend wanted to tell me, so I tried to study even harder and got many good results that really satisfied me for just a moment. At school,I tried to become friendly as much as possible and sometimes I acted as a funny person to get more attention in the hope of getting more friends and experience a new happier life than I was in high school. Despite the fact that I tried this hard, I got more haters than friends.I still got abused at home and still feel that I got no place to go beside my boyfriend. Whenever I felt upset, I always wanted to meet my boyfriend and he was always there by myself.Each time I met him I always told him everything that happened recently. I told him that even if I tried this hard, but my life still gain nothing in return. If it was not for him I wouldn't have any reason to live anymore. He hugged me and told me again to be just myself and real friends will come into my life.By got affected of his influence, in my second year of college life I started to do as he told me step by step and the result was incredibly great. I found many new friends that I had never got to feel anything like this before. They showed me what true friend is and how to enjoy life at school even it was hard to get through. By getting help of my boyfriend I won in a writing competition as rank 10th and got some rewards from the owner of the competition and my university. I became many teachers' favorite student and no one in class got jealous of me like before. My parents started to change their attitude toward and acknowledge that I had become more mature and started to accept my opinion more than before. I started to understand what my boyfriend tried to tell me and I was really appreciated for what he had done for me this whole time. I told him that everything had become better now. He said that he was really happy that he was the only person that I could lean on whenever I feel helpless. He wanted to be selfish too but it would be unfair for me. I am a human being so I deserve to be more independent in life and got many counteraction with many people. I will be got less time to spend with him but he was still happy that I found my own happiness and new goal in life beside just depend on him alone. He told me that even if he will be with me forever but he won't be with me all the time. So he wanted me to become an independent person and can depend on other people beside him in any situation. Thank to him that showed me what the true meaning of Independent and happiness. Even if it is not going smoothly as I want but it still going slowly and step by step my future will be a bright place that I couldn't imagine that I could get in to this stage if compare to what I had done and met in the past.   Don't try to become someone else just for a purpose of going along with the flow of people around you. Try to be yourself as much as possible! Real happiness will come into your life with the real you. And that is the time that you can know that you can become an independent person as what you wanted to be.

Being a student is not easy. I found this out the hard way, starting in elementary school when I started getting deadlines and had to start taking notes. As I got older, the academics became more and more difficult. I had to quickly learn what a thesis was and how to write one because my first big essay for a grade was right around the corner. I learned that teachers could be ruthless, but also infinitely more merciful than they had been made out to be in middle school. I began the route to becoming an IB student in freshman year. I was told to take physics and ICAP English, Spanish 2, and all sorts of other classes. I was told this would put me on track to be in the IB program when I was a junior and senior. I had been raised under the pretense that harder was more impressive and important for some far away deadline of college applications, but at the time I thought it would be important for me. I pushed myself and beat myself over the head with bad grades. The bad grades came - well in my eyes they were bad - and I had no way of telling myself that I was doing my best and still doing a good job because of my current situation. Starting high school was a shock because I had never been in such a big school before. If we look ahead into my junior year, suddenly the IB Program was here, with the European spellings and confusing paragraph structures. The IB Program was throwing new acronyms, new assignments, and new teachers in my direction. I was juggling new classes and insanely low amounts of sleep. I began to wonder if it was worth it. I still wonder sometimes if it's worth it, but then I see how much I'm learning and how much I love all my teachers. When I walk into some of my favorite classes I am able to see that I am in a room of scholars and we are led by a teacher who loves their job and loves teaching students like us. The skills I've developed on the road to the IB Program have prepared me well for it, but I am still stressed a lot of the time. New stressors come into play. My friends are concerned about college, about boyfriends or girlfriends, and grades. We are all scrambling to understand this messy chapter of life we are in. I know that we all want to help each other, but it's almost impossible to help someone else when you can't help yourself. I know I have struggled with managing my grades and keeping my chin up. It's not easy to balance both school and social life. Some nights I don't get more than six hours of sleep and other nights I jolt awake at midnight wondering if I submitted a big paper, only to realize that I did. School is not easy and I don't think it ever will, but it is what I love doing. At the end of the day, I love to learn and I love being in a room with other people like me - people who want to learn. I want to continue devouring books I don't always understand with literary features and techniques I had never even realized were possible. I want to continue talking with people who understand more than I do, I love being with other people and learning together. It is such a valuable experience and I know that I want to continue on this path. Despite the stress I feel a lot of the time, I am hopeful. I am optimistic that I will be able to work through the stress, find the cause, and fix it. I will be able to make it through the difficulties presented by school even though some days I am so stressed I want to curl up and hide. In conclusion, I am stressed, but that is okay. It's not ideal to be stressed and I do not want to glorify it, but I know that if I weren't stressed I probably wouldn't care about what I do. Stress is not healthy and to be this worried is not healthy either, but I think that despite it all, some stress is good. Being concerned for your work makes you work harder, pushes you to get up in the morning, and helps you feel the rush of relief and adrenaline when you do well and see your hard work pay off. Learning in a community has helped me to realized how important it is to care for what you do. So many times within a group I work in, I see that students are lost and need help from others and every time it is refreshing to see how eager other students are to help each other. We understand each other and despite the difficulties and severity of the stress, it builds a community that I think helps with the stress.