Female Role Model (Assignment 2)

Assignment 2: Female Role Model

The most important female to me is Trish Sackett. She was my freshman Spanish teacher and her son and I went to elementary school together. She is my mom at school. I go to her whenever I need love, guidance, help, support, or uplifting.

She is my height, skinny, tan, blondish brown hair. She is so beautiful. She is a mother of 4 adopted children from Guatemala. (When I wrote this, her kids were 16, 13, 11, 8) I am pretty close with the two girls, they are my inspiration. Mrs. Sackett is one of the strongest women I know. She is outgoing, honest, loyal, loving and a wonderful mom and human being. She encountered difficulties trying to have bio babies, but she was able to understand that her and her husband would have to have kids a different way. That is just so inspirational to me. Also she isn’t catholic but she is a follower of Christ and teaches us that God loves everyone no matter what.

Her behavior has never influenced me badly or negatively. I think the world of her and she has influenced me to be accepting of others, no matter how big or small, race or sexuality. She influences me to pray and to have a good relationship with god, to do my schoolwork to the best of my ability, to take a mental health break when I am stressed and overwhelmed. I think she is the most influential, inspirational, motivational woman I know.

I feel like myself. I never wear a mask around her and she has known me so long that she knows when I start to shut down and she always has me communicate when I feel like that. When I’m around her, I feel like I’m home.

She gets very, very upset when I self-harm. She has told me that it frustrates her and I know it disappoints her, and that’s why I’m making a change. 1) for myself and 2) I’m done letting people down. Mrs. Sacket was the first one to know about the anorexia and bulimia. She also was the one who encouraged me to tell my mom. Sackett hates that I hurt myself, and I can finally see how it really is affecting me.

I want her to be here for me; my entire life. I want my kids to know her and my husband/wife and I don’t ever want to lose Mrs. Sackett. I hurt her when I was self-harming and when I was restricting and purging. I am changing for the better. I can’t wait to see her when I get back! She is everything to me and I know I’m important to her, but sometimes I just feel like she doesn’t love me as much as her own kids, or I’m not as important as her kids are. And I TOTALLY understand that because I am NOT her child, but I feel like God brought us together for a reason and I hope that one day I could be as important to her as she is to me.

I chose to write about her because she was the person I ran to when I needed help. She was the one I spent time with before and after school. She was the one I trusted and could tell anything to. She was the one who supported me no matter what. She was the only one who could talk me into actually going to SAFE. 

When Kat died, Sackett was the one I went to. I pulled her out of her classroom because I was hysterical and she took me into her room and put me behind the desk with tissues and a space heater.

I miss spending time with her. I don’t really have someone like that up here in CF.

Sackett, if you’re reading this: I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting you in difficult situations. I’m sorry for disobeying you when you were just trying to help. I really am sorry for putting you through all of that. BUT…

THANK YOU. Thank you for pushing me to tell my mom. Thank you for pushing me into Mrs. Stilwill’s office. Thank you for pushing me to understand why my parents wanted me to put me in the hospital. Thank you for talking me into actually going to treatment.

Thank you for loving me when I felt as if no one else did.