Look, I’m going to be honest with you. I lived a boring life and I really hate talking about it, but if I have to then you are going to read the most depressing personal narrative you have ever read. First, I start my day by going to the rest room and going back to bed and probably won’t get back up until it’s time to eat or it’s time to go to church. I live where there is nothing to do but sleep. Only people that are around you is your family, so everyone know you and no one new will move to the country, so there was no one new to talk to. I had no friends that I can go and hang out with. The loneliness nearly drove me insane. Second, my mother says she depressed when she was young but I don’t think that matters if you had friends growing up. I’m somewhat suicidal because I want to kill myself but I know that I won’t be able to do it. I even went to a Psychologist but that didn’t help. Actually, I think it got was worse after the medication they gave me. I also had a …show more content…
girlfriend at the time, but I’m not going into that disaster. I will say that after she left me, I came close to committing suicide. After all I had nothing to lose. If I do see another Psychologist, I don’t think it will help Third, I don’t find special events, that so special anymore.
I think of birth days as congratulation you’re one year closer to your death. Family gatherings don’t happen as much as they us to because most of the family is all over the United States. I don’t go anywhere to celebrate anything anymore, because I don’t see the point in making memories that might help my mental state. Next, it seems that everything I do, turns into disaster. I thought I had a diploma, but according to Job Corps, it’s a fake. After telling everyone I had completed high school, it made me feel like I was crap. I think that what I’m doing at Job Corps is a waste of time, because I see no point of life anymore. Then, I was bullied in preschool all the way up to the 8th grade. They said that here comes the boy with a hole in his neck and here comes the walking pez dispenser. They will throw stuff at me and make fun of me because I can’t speak properly. Even my younger brother will try to bully me and aggravate
me. Subsequently, the reason why I don’t talk much is because I’m not that open. Last time I was open, I got laughed at. Also, I think that talking can make things a lot worse than it already is. I don’t like to talk and when I do, it’s normally someone who is asking for help or is asking a question. I don’t talk a lot because I love to be the quiet one that no one wants to talk to. I’m comfortable in complete silence, it is where I can actually think straight and not really worry about what’s going on around me. I also don’t find a lot of things funny. It’s got to be hilarious to get me to laugh. Following that, I really don’t care what anyone say about me behind my back. I learned that no one really cares about me, so why should I care about them. The best way to ignore dumb people is to not really care what they say. I became a person of not caring. Later, I become very inactive overtime. I would be asleep all day. I became very lazy in the time of being alone in my room. It felt like isolation almost. I been that way for maybe three years, not caring about what I was going to do in my future. I also became weak in muscle. I can probably pick at least 50 pounds. I also think that I’m losing my mind more and more everyday now. Finally I don’t want no help for my depression. Even if I don’t the positive things in life. I don’t won’t any help right now because I just want to be left alone and not to be disturbed about it. I don’t know if you read all of this, but if you did, I hope you will respect my wishes by not helping me with my depression, also not to call my parents because they will over exaggerate the problem and make it worse.
At the age of eight I was bullied not only by my classmates but people of both genders whom some I considered to be my friends. It was not only my weight. I had short hair and crooked teeth. I thought that I was normal. I would be left out of games; I was not allowed to be friends with certain people of both sexes. When I look back it
Personal Narrative: The World The world is a messed up place and we are all stuck here until our lives are through, or until we choose to leave. It's strange that I go along with everything everyone tells me, such as that I should wear certain clothes or listen to certain songs. I often wonder why I do the things I do, but then I just realize that's who I am. People are confused about why they are here, and they don't understand what life is supposed to be about.
From a young age, I was very curious. Curiosity caused my mind to see everything from a different perspective than most. I saw what could be improved and how I could improve. For example, when it came to editing movies, I was always able to see what could how it could have been better or I questioned how they had created it. My curiosity led me to try many different activities throughout high school, such as film camps, stage managing for plays, yearbook, and even creating videos for Rochester High School’s awards day. Finally, my junior year, I decided it was time I made films of my own for competitions. I wanted to have something that I could call my own. When it came to the two films I did for contests, I was there throughout the whole process.
When someone breaks you down over time, telling you you are worthless, pathetic, stupid, ugly, retarded, fat, loser, ect; one may start to think that all this is true. Demeanor changes, the child starts to feel low, and thinks they aren 't good enough. I should know, being bullied wasn 't fun. Being ridiculed for things on a daily basis. Being called names, being hit, degraded is never easy. I started feeling down, I had major depression and anxiety issues. I suffered from migraines for 10-12 hours a day and awful stomach pains every single day for almost two years. My grades started to suffer because I couldn 't concentrate, I was becoming less social and sitting at home more watching the television instead of going outside and having fun. Why? Because I was afraid someone was going to say something to bring me down; and instead of letting them have that chance even more then they already did I decided to slowly decline my way of life. Telling someone that you are bullied isn 't easy; at least for me it wasn 't. You feel so pathetic that you allow someone to treat you so poorly for no good reason. Being bullied ISN 'T an option. You don 't choose if you are bullied or not, and frankly I didn 't choose to be hated for no reason. These other kids in the world didn 't choose to be bullied either and their bully shouldn 't just be treated with a slap on the
When I was growing up I was able to experience something that most children, and adults, don’t get to undergo in their daily life – solitude. The Merriam Webster dictionary defines solitude as, "the quality or state of being alone or remote from society". My parents made it a priority to let me spend time alone, without technology, so that I was able to understand that being alone wasn 't something that 's wrong, weird, or whatever else society labeled it. Solitude during childhood is what allows you to grow up as an individual that is able to reflect on the past, present, and to have the ability to make goals for the future. Throughout my life I 've always been someone who enjoys time away from others. I 'm able to think the best when I 'm
Becoming the person I am today wasn't easy especially because I was never like this, I was usually that kid who sat by themselves would not socialize and avoid everyone. Because from elementary school all the way till 8th grade I was bullied by people who just wanted to bother me for the heck of it. I can’t explain that inner feeling from inside when you hear people say horrible stuff to you. To me this famous quote “stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me”, was a lie and it did hurt. One spring evening after a difficult day of school in elementary school, I was chased home by a group of kids that have been pushing me around, name calling, taking my stuff and humiliated me from the past months. I never grew the strength to stand up to those people because I was afraid of them hitting me afraid if they will spread rumors. Thank god when I graduated 5th grade I thought finally i will leave and never see those idiots ever in my life sadly when I entered middle school some of those kids entered the same school I was in and it kept on the harassment the name call...
You seem to be living a very meaningful life. You share your experiences modestly, but I know you’ve witnessed indescribable things. I also know you have probably treasured every moment of it; I can’t seem to think of anyone more worthy of a position like yours. This point in your life reminds me of a sweet quote by James Wright. It goes, “Suddenly I realized that if I stepped out of my body I would break into blossom.” That is how I envision the intensity of your
It was back in China when I was 5th grade, our PE class work a little differently than in the US, we usually have about twenty minutes of free time at the end of the class to do whatever we want to do, this attempt of bullying happened in the middle of this free time. I was playing basketball
The lessons you learn as a kid change tremendously as you get older and figure out what kind of person you want to be individually. In my life I’ve been bullied for different things. It definitely changed my life and made me look at the world in a different way. What are these kids doing with their life that they feel the need to put someone else down? It could be anything from school, family problems, and friends.
There are many things that have molded me into the person I am today such as being born into a family with four children. With three siblings, I have been forced to be able to work out problems from stealing each other’s toys to having to rush to the emergency room to get stiches because my brother chased me around the house and I tripped. My mother, father, brother, and two sisters were all born in Pennsylvania and I am the odd ball and I was born in Adrian, Michigan. From when I was a child I always loved being involved with sports because of my competitive nature. I grew up playing soccer and having success with that but then my love changed and I began playing lacrosse and football. I started playing lacrosse in middle school and played
Everyone has been bullied or encountered someone being bullied at some point of their life. Whether it would be physically or verbally both can be exceedingly traumatizing and can have a long-term psychological influence on children’s development. Majority people may define bullying in a more physical term; nevertheless that’s not always the case. The act of bullying can occur in several ways and in reality affect the individual in the same way. Bullying is generally defined as repeated, negative, and harmful actions focused at target throughout a course of time, exhibiting a sense of power difference between the bully and the victim (Olweus, 1993; Limber & Mihalic, 1999 as cited from Douglas J. Boyle, 2005). A survey was conducted in the United States estimating that over six million children, about 30% in grade six through ten have experienced frequent bullying in a school environment (Nansel, 2001 as cited from Douglas J. Boyle, 2005). Many people might debate that bullying is something that every child goes through and is simply a part of growing up, although there are several damaging consequences that happens to the child’s brain. Bullying causes the child to feel upset, isolated, frightened, anxious, and depressed. They feel like they reason they are being picked on is because there is something wrong with them and may even lose their confidence feel unsafe going to school (Frenette, 2013 as cited from Douglas J. Boyle, 2005) Anthropologically, sociologically, or psychologically, bullying can be analyzed through different perspectives and several questions can be asked based on the topic:
Bullying within an elementary school begins right from the very first day of school. By the end of Kindergarten, over 20% of students report being bullied within that year. By the end of elementary school, 9 out of 10 students report being bullied at one time or another. The students, who bully during elementary school, are more likely to have it carry on with them for their middle school and school years. The aggressive and violent behaviors towards students in elementary school not only carry on after graduation from high school, but they end up having criminal records.
I have been bullied all my life, I just took it from kids, clearly I did not have a backbone. For each school I attended, I was always the easy target. I let kids tease me, talk behind my back, and call me names. It seemed like it didn’t matter if I told my parents or someone at school, nothing changed. I never really felt that I could tell someone and have things be different. Due to all the teasing, I would often become distracted and lose focus on my assignments. It got worse each year to the point where half the time I would just be in my own little world to get away from the teasing.
It all happened on a sunny day out in the field. I was only six years old at the time and it was the middle of the summer. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a tough time for me. Also I learned it is smart to practice before jumping into something.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.