Personal Narrative Essay: Writing To Keep From Dying

Writing to Keep from Dying "Deedee get up it 's time for school," my mom always said. Up until fifth grade that was all I could remember hearing. Every morning before school, I can remember being so anxious and excited about going to school, school is where I shined. I was not like everyone else, I did not play sports and I could not sing or dance. However, for a long time school is where I showed off my talents. At the end of every school year, I looked forward to our annual Award 's Day Program. It was the best day ever. Moms and Dads took off work to come watch their kids get rewarded. My mom made Awards Day an even bigger deal; she bought balloons, gifts and pretty much the entire family with her. She was proud, and she had every right to be. I was a great student until I reached high school, and then something happened---Composition 1. My first day walking into Composition 1, I noticed a curly head person who wore a colorful bowtie. He looked funny to me, nerdy almost. He had a full coffee station

I felt like my life was over. When I heard the news, I can remember feeling like all the breath was taking from my body. I just fell to knees sobbing. Days went by and I had just shut down completely, I did eat or talk to anyone. I did not even sleep. A few nights before the funeral, I was in my bed crying and my mom walked in and laid beside me and held me the whole night. That night was the first night since the accident that I slept. The next morning I began to talk to my God Dad about how I felt. He told me to write it all down and tear it up afterwards. After I wrote my thought and felling on that white piece of paper filled with tears and memories, I began to tear it into tiny pieces. I felt like I had finally accepted what had happened and I was ready to move passed it. Writing literally saved my life. It has become a way for me to relieve stress and