The Start Of A College Essay
By: Destiny Wendt
Tags: College, Experience, Rough Draft, Life

The Start Of A College Essay

My name is Destiny Wendt. I was born February 5, 2001 in Everett Washington. After my. biological mother gave birth I wasn’t supposed to leave the hospital but I ended up living with her for the first three years of my life seeing as my dad had already left. I can’t tell you much about the first three years but I know I was living a lifestyle that a child shouldn’t live. Vicky, my biological mom, was using drugs on a daily basis and we had cockroaches in our house, it was unhealthy. You could tell the place we lived in was beat down. I lived in one of the worst streets in Everett, Washington, Casino Road.

About three months after my younger sister was born the cops showed up with CPS and took us away to put us in a foster home. Almost as soon as I was put in things got bad again. Our foster mom was abusive but only towards me. I was so little I didn’t understand why she was doing these things. I would go days without eating and I wasn’t allowed to talk to or touch Anika. One day she decided to move my bed down to the garage, put rope on my bed, and tied me to it so I wouldn’t go bug Anika or organize my shoes at night.

Anika and I were found by a foster family, Kevin and Carolyn, who soon became known to me as parents. By the time I was five I was adopted and was placed in a new home. Things didn’t seem to be going so well. We took in two more foster kids and I found that my dad was using fentanyl . This was soon the cause of us losing the foster kids and my parents getting divorced not long after we found out my dad was cheating on my mom. To this day he is still married to the woman he cheated on my mom with.

My mom had the tendency to make me feel like I was never god enough. I could never do anything right by her. She told me that I was going to end up living on the streets, doing drugs, and end up pregnant by 16. We constantly were getting in fights. It got to the point where I moved to California to stay with my dad. Even after I moved I realized my father was trying to manipulate me, along with my mother, to pick a favorite.

While living there I experienced familial sexual assault from my step-brother. I didn’t tell anyone about it for six months. When I finally decided to tell my father about it he believed me but his wife said my step-brother would never do such a thing. They proceeded to manipulate my aunt into giving me a drug evaluation which resulted in me signing myself off into rehabilitation. They ranked me a level three drug user when I had only ever smoked a little pot and ended up not being interested. I didn’t even like taking medication, I was so innocent and, at the time, so vulnerable.

While in treatment I ended up taking the role the counselors should have and assisted many other girls with their growth in the program. It took such an impact on my life that, to this day, I continue to have really bad anxiety and I feel like I can’t face the real world occasionally.

I look back at my younger self and remember when I was in middle school how I was a straight A student. I had a perfectionists agenda so everything had to be split to the T. That rolled to a stop when I found out this year that I have health problems that are still unknown to all the doctors I’ve seen. This has caused such an impact on my life. It’s motivated me to want to make it into college and reach a level of success that I aspire to have.