In my youth, my mother told me that my personality was extremely trusting and warm. I suppose you could say that I was the perfect example of a sunny personality. She said I would even make strangers smile and my respectful nature was always a huge bonus winning over even the crankiest individual. That of course all ended when I endured the cruelty of public school’s relentless bullies, life’s hardships, molestations, and financial difficulties. My personality hardened, I became withdrawn, less trusting, bitter, and unapproachable. I could not stand to be around a lot of people, share my things, or tolerate strangers touching me.
My life became miserable and I developed a deep depression which made me fear being too happy. I knew that anytime I would have a somewhat good day the next day was always bad or some type of negative situation would arise. The bright and sunny personality I had so long ago was gone and in its place sat the personality of a slightly disturbed and angry individual. An individual fighting each day for an ounce of justice or succumbing to depression fearing what lay ahead.
It is difficult to pin point which aspects of my personality have stayed consistent, what little remained of my youth must be the small bits of sunny personality I have towards someone long after I get to know them. Though my personality remains unapproachable and hard, those that do take the time to talk to me find warmth and kindness often making them feel the need to share even the most secret aspects of their lives, which somehow made me a good friend that they can rely on.
It seems now that I look over the years of my life that I developed several personalities, one that pushes away those I do not dare be near, one that remains professional and respectful to authoritative figures, and one that is overly agreeable often leading me to be used or worse.