Personal Narrative: Growing Up

Growing Up

When I was born it was a nice March morning. I had a very happy childhood. I loved my sisters and my family and I was happy all the time. I remember hanging out with the neighbor boys, Tanner and Evan every night. I would come home from playing with the boys with scrapes and bruises, but I didn’t care because I had spent the day with my amazing, at this point, brothers. They are like my second family. I grew up with them. Kelly, their mother, would take me and my little sister to school almost every day. Then, my little sister and I would be right back over at their house to do homework and play until we had to go home for dinner. Because I mostly was with two boys growing up, I was a very outgoing little girl. I wasn’t afraid

I lost friendships and and the relationship I had with myself. I did however find my best friend and now boyfriend, Bryce. The first semester of middle school was the best. My best friend, Anna, from elementary school and I still had a great relationship. But by the second semester of my sixth grade year Anna had found a new best friend. At first I was fine with it. I thought that having a new friend in my life would be good considering that I never really had very many. For a while I was blind to how Anna and Grace were treating me. It was a long time before I realized that Grace and Anna didn’t want me in their lives. Aside from losing my friendships with Grace and Anna, I lost my relationship with myself. At the start of the second semester I was in a physical education class, and there was one girl who liked to bully me. Every day she would push me, throw balls at me, call me names, and do everything she could to get under my skin. One day she took it a little too far and pushed me over some dodgeballs and my foot broke. This didn’t stop me from doing the one thing that made me happy though. I still did baton competitions and parades. It probably wasn’t the best idea because I pushed myself too hard. I kept rebreaking my foot and fell behind in baton so I had to quit. I stopped twirling in seventh grade. That year I completely broke. I became super depressed and ended up self harming.

My goals are to have a happy life with the person I love, being happy with who I am as as person, and have a good career. I want to have a family. For college, I want to go into psychology. I would like to be a therapist or a counselor. Going to college for me is a must, but having a career isn’t my “dream job”. I want to be a stay at home mom, but I still want to get a degree in case I would need to help support my family. I also want to get married. I am sixteen years old and I already found the person I want to spend forever with. I know that I am young and, as my mother likes to say, “don’t know what love is”, but I am so sure of it. He makes me so happy. When I am with him, my anxiety is just gone. Even on days where I forget to take my medicine. He makes me feel safe. Bryce isn’t like a “normal” teenage guy. He’s different. He cares about the important things. Important things such as school, his job, being kind, staying true to God, being honest, and taking care of the people he loves. He tells me he loves me and prove it everyday. On days when my depression is bad he makes sure I eat or am comfy with a blanket and tea. He takes amazing care of me. I can talk to him about anything and if he doesn’t know how to help then he holds me while I cry. After Jack died, my tremor came back. Bryce and I were sitting in the cafeteria and he was making sure I was getting some food into my