My Defining Moment Essay

“It’s been a rough day Ma,” I entered my mom’s room to talk to her, look for consoling. “What happened Stell?” She asked me, getting ready for bed. “I’m just so annoyed, so frustrated, feel like nothing's going right, right now,” I began to explain to her, hopping onto her bed. My mom never wants me to be upset and she has always done everything in her power to try and help me, even when it wasn’t the easiest. We got to talking, and she was explaining transitioning from summer to school, and the different responsibilities I have to take on etc, then it got deep, it went back to a place I never really like to go back to, that comes up way to frequently. A reflection of my life that comes up plenty because of the sense it helps me make of

I can’t begin to describe the way I felt that year, the heart wrenching, gut tying pain I went through. People say transitioning into high school is hard, but not for all, it just depends on who you are. No one told me how potentially hard it actually would be, I found out for myself and it was the worst discovery I have ever come across. I joined the high school gymnastics team and I loved it, there was so much to enjoy and the people were great, the upperclassman set the bar so high. A month went by, gymnastics was going pretty well, but not exactly the way I wanted it to. I compared myself, wanting what others had in the ability of gymnastics, not ever seeing the good of my gymnastics and I never let myself off easy EVER. The days went by, practices past, I wasn’t where I wanted to be, and I began to feel that way mentally as well. I couldn’t explain this to anyone because I barely knew what I was feeling, the feelings grew into side of me, stacking up and coming out in nothing but tears. Overwhelming is one way to put it, I was overwhelmed in general, but more overwhelmed because I didn’t know what was going on, and I was not fond of it. My heart felt heavy, and my eyes drooped, I was tense, and in my own

That I was just a kid being dramatic, looking for attention, making this all up in my head. Alone is the only way to describe the way I felt, the way I saw things. I needed a way out and no one could give it to me, I felt as if I stuck in a box and it continued to grow smaller and smaller until I could do nothing but force my way out, or lose, and that was not an option. Meeting Pilarte made me feel as if the box was becoming wider again and didn’t need much force to expand. He gave me the tools I needed to move forward, continue, make everyday better and