American teens are seen as "in a state of disaster". A report released last week paints a deeply disturbing of the mental health of high students.
more than 17, 000 teens conducted in a survey in 2021, 42 percent said they experienced the of sadness or hopelessness. The issue is more widespread than in a survey in 2011, and girls are dramatically worse. A of girls — 57 percent — reported persistent despair, with 29 percent of boys.
Nearly 1 3 girls seriously considered suicide (up from 19 percent in 2011), and 13 percent say they attempted it in the . "What caused this?" The CDC offered definitive answers, but consider has happened over the past decade. "Instagram was released in late 2010. TikTok in 2016." Soon , 90 percent of teen girls reported using social every day. These apps, create more "social comparison, social pressure, and peer interactions," with teens measuring their self-worth — or lack of it — in likes and followers. Then in 2020 Covid-19 the picture.
its root causes this epidemic of hopelessness should considered "a national crisis". Did the reopening of schools and social spaces this year help teens' suffering? The CDC survey comes out only every other year, so we'll have to wait to out.
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Today I tried cooking a simply dish myself. I like eating frying tomatoes with eggs, and I thought it must to be easy to cook. My mom told me how to preparing it. First I cut the tomatoes into pieces but put them aside. Next I broke the eggs into a bowl and beat them quickly with chopstick. After that I poured oil into a pan and turned off the stove，I waited patiently unless the oil was hot. Then I put the tomatoes and the beaten eggs into pan together.＂Not that way，＂my mom tried to stop us but failed. She was right. It didn't turn out as I had wished.
I was eleven years old standing outside in just my underwear while I watched the house that I grew up in rapidly burn to the ground. A few minutes earlier I had been sound asleep in my nice warm bed when a scream woke me up.
My grandmother's bedroom was just next to mine and my brother's, A fire had broken out there and awakened her. Hearing her my older brother had sprung into action. While I stumbled around in the smoke and darkness he ran from room to room quickly waking everyone in the house. The house, however, was over 50 years old and made of wood. Before we could do anything the fire consumed it. We all barely made it outside before the flames engulfed every room. I stood there shivering while the fire destroyed my books, clothes, and toys. I watched helplessly while my Mom cried and my Dad swore. I wondered what was going to happen to us now that we had lost all of our things. As I looked around, though, I realized something for the first time: The things that matter, aren't things.
I saw my older brother running across the swinging bridge by our house to get help. I saw my oldest brother who was on crutches from an earlier accident standing unsteadily on one leg. I saw my grandmother and Dad huddled together and my Mom holding our little dog in her arms.
I realized at that moment that we were all alive.
I still think of that fire in the night that helped me to become who I am today.
