I woke to the alarming ring of the telephone. It was raining outside. The water
formed on my windows as tear drops; it was if the sky was crying.
The voice on the other line of the telephone was aquiver.
" Tracy?"
" Yeah?"
" Danielle is sick."
Danielle was my confidant from childhood. When she committed suicide, it made
me think that something had to be done to interrupt these empty soles from feeling so
detached. This is when my interests in psychology were born.
Psychological disorders were not new to me. I had dealt with an eating disorder of
my own my freshman year in high school; subsequently, a close friend had a similar
problem. After going through therapy, I had thought that I would really be able to help
people with similar problems.
High school was an opportunity to strengthen my future; throughout it I had
strived to evenly distribute my time between academics, activities, a job and my future. In
class I got......
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