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Personal Narrative: Living With A Dysfunctional Family
Living with a dysfunctional family has shaped my outlook on life. I never knew I had a keen interest in human behavior and thoughts until my brother went through a middle school crisis. I remember coming home from school to a depressing environment. My brother was bullied which changed his life forever and mine too. I saw how much other human beings can have such an immense impact on one person. I began to wonder whether I would have the resilience or fall victim like my brother. The way people cope with stressful situations made me realize that there is a lot more to humans than I had originally thought. As my brother fell into a deep depression that is when I knew I wanted to study psychology in order to help him and others like him. I believe

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