Personal Narrative: How I Lost Myself

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My high school years have been an intense ride, both personal and education wise. A year ago I couldn't tell you who I was, I couldn't look in the mirror and be happy with what I saw, and I definitely was more lost than I seemed. Who would have known that just a couple years later, here I stand, confident in who I am and extremely proud of who I have become. Working on myself was the best project I've ever committed to. I'll never regret the lessons and mistakes, the lost days of my identity and the dark days to get to where I am today, because they make me who I am. What was my mess became my memories and is now my message. I lost more than I could measure because of a few stupid choices. I lost my best friend, a girl who I had considered a sister for over a decade became a stranger with all of my secrets; I lost the respect of those closest to me, the trust of my family; and most significantly, I lost myself. After suffering from insistent bullying delivered by a group of girls, I started to believe in their tormenting. I began to doubt any value I held for myself. I clung to the pieces of my life that had no meaning, and putting so much faith into unstable …show more content…

That life is not always about being happy all the time, sometimes it's only about moving forward. It's just about putting one foot in front of the other. If I could have changed one thing in my past, I wish that when I went through what I did, when I made my mistakes, went through the terrible things that I did; I wish I didn't see myself as damaged. Because one moment did not, does not, and will not define me; because that is not what happens when you experience life. Unfortunately I can't change my past. But I can aspire to inspire those like me, to teach people to take care of themselves first, to let people know that it's okay to not be okay. I am stronger now than I have ever been, and I cannot wait for what the future will

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