Autobiographical Narrative
Life isn’t fair. It never is and we, as people, have accepted that as fast. Why? Because we’ve all had our fair share of bad moments in life and sometimes there’s nothing more to do that to sit back and hope for the best. Personally, there was one moment in my life that changed me greatly, one moment that made me realize that life would never be fair, but I’d always find a way to make it better.
That moment in my life that changed everything was my grandfather’s death. Before he died, my grandfather (Poppy, as we called him) and I were very close. We’d do crossword puzzles together and watch Criminal Minds. When we’d watch Criminal minds, I’d always try to guess what would happen at the end (And usually I’d guess
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I cried quietly to myself, hoping not to wake anyone so that I didn't bother my family, and I cried. I remember wondering why he of all people had to die and wondering how I would be able to deal with my grief. Later that week, I ended up dealing my grief in one of the worst possible ways, and that's just ignoring it. Every time I felt like crying, I’d tell myself that there wasn't anything to cry about, every time I felt angry, I’d ignore it and read a book. Every time I felt something from my grief, I’d ignore it, and that resulted in Anxiety attacks. I don’t think words can describe how bad anxiety attacks really are. Nothing can truly describe what you feel like when you get an anxiety attack. You feel like crying, you freak out, and you feel a bit short of breath, and that doesn't even begin to describe fully what an anxiety attack feels like. But me being the person I am, dealt with my anxiety attacks alone, telling myself, “Everything is fine, and everything will be okay. Just ride out the anxiety attack and then go to sleep. Sleep will calm you down.” And in a way, it …show more content…
My grief, my feelings, my emotions were like an untold story that begged to be released, but I shut it all out. But then I read a book called, “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” by Maya Angelou, and one of the quotes sort of spoke to me in a way. It was, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story.” And that made me think. It made me realize that I had to deal with my grief, I had to cope. So I did. I wrote stories and poetry about my feelings, I watched tv shows and read a lot of books, all just to cope and deal with my grief. During that time I found out that I loved to read, to write. I found out that I loved to analyze stories as well, whether those stories were in books, movies or tv shows, I loved to analyze them. And later I learned that even though life wasn't fair, I could find a way to make it
When I was twelve years old, a close friend of mine passed away. At first, I didn’t know how to process what was happening. How can someone I’ve known for the majority of my life be gone? But then it finally hit me. My friend was really gone. There would be no more days challenging
Individually, everyone has their own methods of dealing with situations and emotions regardless of any positive or negative connotation affixed to them. One prime example of this comes with grief. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross in her 1969 book “On Death and Dying” suggests that there are five stages of mourning and grief that are universal and, at one point or another, experienced by people from all walks of life. These stages, in no particular order, are as follows: Denial and Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and finally Acceptance. Each individual person works through these stages in different orders for varying levels of time and intensity, but most if not all are necessary to “move on.” In order for positive change to occur following a loss, one must come to terms with not only the event but also themselves.
From childhood, everyone has heard the saying of how life is not fair. For me, I try to remember this in every aspect of life, including relationships. Sometimes it is hard for me to be happy for others if something good is happening in their life, while mine is falling apart. However, by reminding myself that God has a plan for my life that probably will not match up with my own understanding; therefore, no matter what happens I need to trust and believe he will make everything turn out well. This can also be applied to if someone lying or betraying me. I try very hard to see the best in everyone and by realizing that God is working in everyone is some way helps me see that this understanding is
It is common for those experiencing grief to deny the death altogether. Many people do this by avoiding situations and places that remind them of the deceased (Leming & Dickinson, 2016). However, by simply avoiding the topic of death and pain, the mourner only achieves temporary relief while in turn creating more permanent lasting agony (Rich, 2005). In this stage, mourners will begin to feel the full weight of the circumstance. Whether the death of a loved one was sudden or long-term, survivors will feel a full range of emotions, such as sadness, guilt, anger, frustration, hopelessness, or grief. While many of these emotions can cause serious suffering, it is important for the survivor to feel whatever emotions come up and deal with those feelings, rather than trying to suppress any
Everyone has a special event that determines our life journey. This event can give us identity, happiness or even pain and sadness. The special event that changed my life was deciding to play basketball because basketball helped me find peace, happiness and gave me identity. When I was ten years old my grandfather succumbed to cancer. His death created hatred inside of me.
In the article “coping with grief”One coping mechanism for grief is seeking support from others. This can involve talking to friends, family members, or a therapist about your feelings, seeking comfort and understanding from those who care about you. Research has shown that seeking support from others can be highly effective in helping individuals cope with grief. Another coping mechanism for grief is finding meaning or purpose in the loss. This approach involves trying to make sense of the loss and find a positive outcome or purpose from the experience.
My heart was beating and my hands were sweating. My teacher asked me a question and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know how to say my response in English and was afraid of the other kids making fun of me because I thought my accent was too strong. All the students stared. “Just answer the question” one girl murmured. Every day I’d sit in the same seat without talking. And even though I had spent a month in the same classroom I felt uncomfortable being there. I moved to the United States from the Dominican Republic when I was twelve. I knew the word for “mariposa” was “butterfly,” and I knew how to introduce myself, but that was about all. Some people would even become frustrated due to the fact they couldn’t understand me, or the other way around. Knowing how they felt about me not being able to communicate made me want to shut myself off from them.
I slowly pulled out my phone to see it was my Father calling “It happened” “please come home”. That was all that was said, and in no time at all I was standing over his body. He looked so peaceful, like it all was a bad dream and, He was just gone. Just like that, one of my greatest friends, and teachers was gone without another word. I had no closure, and had no idea if he was at peace. The hardest lesson I ever learned, and it has changed how I look at everything. Life is short, but the souls you touch and the memories and lessons passed down from you too the rest of the family. That, that makes you immortal. I wake up every day so grateful for the life that I lead and I know that it was all made possible by a man who wasn’t even related to me by any blood. He had no obligation to me, yet the only reason I am in college is because of him always taking care of this family. He’s taking care of us right now even in death with the money left to us through all these programs that none of us even knew He signed up for. He’s life and, his death has molded me from high school too now slowly learning all the lesson he silently
An Event which changed my life, well when, I think back on my life there’s
... needed to savor the moment with my brother before I turned around and he was gone. I opened the doors to see my brother standing there arms opened wide. His embrace and the love he showed me was one that could be felt among anyone standing there, kind of like a ripple after a pebble has been tossed in the water. How could I ever let go? “I’ll be okay, Kara, and I’ll see you sooner than you know it.” he reassured me as I started to pull away. As I walked to the elevator I turned around and saw him standing there lifting his hand to wave me goodbye. The moment was touching enough to make any person cry, and that was the last time I saw my brother for eight weeks. This impacted a lot of who I am today. I learned to not take things for granted, especially family. This has taught me to live in the moment and appreciate everything in life, no matter how big or how small.
I was born in Panvel, India which is a city on the outskirts of Mumbai on the 5th of April 1998. I migrated to the United States in January of 2005. Migrating here was a big deal for family as we saw the United States as a land of opportunity. Later that year I attend my first school in the Upper Darby School District. I attended Highland Park Elementary for first grade, then for second and third grade I was moved to Bywood Elementary, in the same year I was moved then to Walter M. Senkow Elementary School where I finished my fourth and fifth grade year. For middle school I attended Beverly Hills Middle School.
I came from a very small rural town in the deep south of Virginia, however, it was not that stable. Growing up me and my younger brother have dealt with parent dealing and doing drugs constantly, which continues to this day. Therefore, we were pushed off onto our maternal grandparents who were naturally the best that could have happened. They provided for us, helped us learn to rely on each other, and raised as just as we were they own. However, since they were in there golden years, it did force us to learn things on our own. For instance, if I needed help during a subject in middle school I would have to figure it out myself because both my grandparents were not the best at trying to help, they often just got frustrated easily and yelled.
I am gonna talk about an experience I had when I was about 5. It was scary because I had hurt my hand really bad. This event had a big effect on the way I think about things I want to do. I had a good day before later that night when I hurt my hand.This is a very interesting story.
Being one of five children, my parents are not currently capable of aiding in paying for college; leading me to working a full time job of 40+ hours a week in order to support myself. Unfortunately, during the midst of my last semester at UNCG I became quite ill, and cut down on my hours at work which left me struggling to pay my rent and without food most days. One night while I was visiting a friend someone stole my wallet to include my student id, an item needed for a prescription pickup at the student health center. I was unable to replace the card, seeing as I could barley pay my rent, and even though I was able to present documents stating that I attended the school, I was denied my medication, which made me even more ill. Over the course
I was having a weekend getaway with my cousins when, at midnight, we were told that we had to return immediately. I was unaware of the gravity of why I had to come back home so soon, but I knew that it was severe. When I arrived to the hospital, I found out my brother had suffered a heart attack and passed away. I was numb and didn’t know how to process that information. He was my guiding light on my journey going back to school and coping with the death of my first brother. Instead of crying hysterically, all I could think of was “situations like this need to be prevented.” It could have been easy to give up but perseverance and resilience were my only options. Giving up on my dreams had never crossed my mind but my fortitude grew stronger with every wrench thrown my