The Self concept of me

Self-concept is shaped in a variety of different ways however the most powerful way self-concept is shaped is seems to be by experience and our interactions with the world and those around us. Self-concept is how we perceive ourselves and how we compare to the ideal self. There are two parts of self- concept and they are social perceptions and personal perceptions. These two factors make up the self, as we are, as people. And as people we are social creatures so naturally we care how others perceive us. Our attitudes, our abilities define who we are.

My self-concept is complicated and simple at the same time. Complicated because my perception changes constantly and causes volatile emotions but simple because the root emotion or thought is just simply that, a thought or emotion, nothing clouds it besides perception but at the end of the day it’s still the same. My attributes are many and few, I say this because my attributes build on each other. My attributes and qualities feed into one another not to say that they cause each other but only that correlate and complement well.

Like I said before self-concept is largely developed through experience. I was raised as a Latter Day Saint or a Mormon, I credit most of my values, morals, and attitude to Mormonism. Mormons definitely believe in normal Christian values however the Mormon Church dives deeper or at least my family did as we were the only black family (and continue to be the black family in our church). My family was always active in the church, I developed service as well as a willingness to help others during this time. My brother was young men president, my grandfather on high council, my grandmother on a home visit coordinator, and I a young women’s president as well as...

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...til I joined the Owensboro Balloon Twisters, we twist balloons for the Boulware Mission. It’s only when you begin to help others and share your worth that you find out what you are really made of and how worthy you really have. Contribution is everything. During my life I have gone from feeling like complete crap to feeling like a champion but normally the champion phases were short lived and immediately returned to despair, desolation, and depression. This sounds an awful lot like manic depression. I was bullied in college whenever I started dating my husband and I have to say this was the complete worst. There was no end in sight, no hope, no glory, nothing. The only thing that kept me going was work and that knowledge of preforming a service for someone else though I was getting paid and I had to walk to work which took an hour it was worth it. I was worth it.