Let's Talk About the Problem With Trauma
Why aren't I traumatized enough? This question ran through my mind as I began to think about the topic for my personal college essay. Looking back, it's definitely a little crazy that I wished for something that could negatively impact me for maybe the rest of my life to happen to me, but what's shame when you're desperate? Although I finished my essay a while ago, when given the opportunity to edit it in class, I revisited it. And, when I did, I became thankful that I didn't have anything to trauma dump about to an exhausted admissions officer. Why? Because I realized they don't care. They don't care about how my grandparents died when I was just a baby and how it affected me, they don't care about me splitting my head open because my older sister accidentally kicked me into our family gaming console when I was just a toddler, and they certainly don't care about my struggles with my identity after alienating myself with the hijab, because to