Abusive Relationships

During my sophomore year of high school, I was “blessed” to have my first boyfriend, or so I thought. I finally ended our relationship after a whole year of deception and infidelity. I found myself battling my significant other in an abusive relationship. At first, it seemed unlikely that the two of us would end on negative terms, but the experience was evident, and I was just oblivious to the signs. The story of my first love was not a tale ending with “happily ever after,” but a tragedy framed by heartbreak and trampled hope.
Shortly after the crumble of our invective relationship, I started picturing myself as a person no one could love. I had the textbook feelings of a “battered women” because “emotional abuse is just as bad as physical”,so
I was told by those who wanted to validate my emotional state. I asked myself unanswerable questions such as, “Why wasn't I enough?” and, “What did I do wrong?”. The person I had become was a beacon of grief, deterring my academic focus. I could not escape from my own self-loathing; my self confidence had taken a plunge, and the feelings of emptiness that he created in my heart felt permanent. It was not until my report card of my third year came back that I was knocked out of the haze I was in, I received my first “D” in my whole academic history. I realized I was jeopardizing my academic career, and I knew that heartbreak should not justify that.
Resurrecting this academic student, I knew I once was, I decided to see a therapist to help me mend my emotional state. My entire focus went towards academics, I directed my attention towards school work and I went to tutoring more often, I also dedicated myself to volunteering, and participating in internships that would further my academic career.By the next report card I received, I saw that my grades improved tremendously. I could not be more proud of myself. My mental health had blossomed, and I had once again become the confident person I knew I once was.