Personal Narrative Many days aren’t too different from other people in high school. I wake up, wish for more sleep, go to class, learn, come home, do homework, sleep, repeat. Other days, I’m not so lucky. I call those days my dark days. The days where the darkness consumes the lightest parts of me, leaving only enough room for negativity. Take last month for example, when I relapsed after being okay for 6 months. I sobbed constantly, for reasons not even my mother could understand. I felt like the world was heavier and darker. I was straining under the weight of the monster again. I've been diagnosed with Depression since the ninth grade, and been on countless visits to psychologists, to avoid having to take medication. I also have euphoric stages, which makes me feel overly confident and I often make the foolish decision of biting more than I can actually chew, and when my euphoric stage ends my depression comes back and it's like a never ending cycle. Fortunately, I have been blessed with a mother who is understanding, and very patient. And though it has taken me a course of two years, I have gotten better. I no longer look at myself and wish I was someone else. I no longer want so badly to be out of my skin that I cut it. I no longer hate my body so much that I would binge purge until …show more content…
They don’t see the times I spent crying over everything, and nothing in between. They don’t see the days I spent wishing I would just disappear into thin air. And they certainly don’t see the way I used to hint of myself. I honestly despised everything about myself. And though I have recovered from my ill thoughts, I will still possibly be going to therapy for my entire life. I’m trying harder to do everything I can to make things better for me. Eating better, exercising more, and getting myself out of friendships that don't do anything well for
When things go downhill in your life, you tend to only focus on what you’re going through and completely ignore the fact that many others could be going through the same exact thing. It’s not easy to accept that other people are feeling the same pain as you. Something goes wrong, it’s like the end of the world for you. That was me at the age of 9.
The fall of my seventeenth year I came to terms with the fact that I was depressed, horribly, nightmarishly, insufferably depressed. This was not a new revelation be any means, simply a somewhat new acceptance. I accepted the fact that I had very few friends that I felt close to, rarely went out and if I did I was alone, spent hours upon hours surfing through the “sad”, “messed up”, and “depressed” tags on Tumblr, slept in irregular intervals that ranged from eighteen hours a day to not at all, and ate very little, and what I did eat I usually wouldn’t allow to stay down. I’ll leave that to the imagination.
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
I was now at a very low point in my life and very sensitive. Depression affected me emotionally because I felt
I was very excited to make a new step in my life, college. I came with high hopes and aspirations. My hometown is not near Arizona, It is Lake Tahoe, Nevada, so going home for the weekend was simply out of the question. I had a great time for the first month, enjoying freedom. However, I was sitting in my room one night writing a paper with my roommate, and one of my friends from home called me. She said that one of our good friends from high school had just committed suicide earlier that day. I didn’t know how to react to this; I was scared, and confused. Why did he do it? Why didn’t anyone know that he was unhappy? Was he unhappy? I felt regret, thinking I should have been there for him. Once the crying commenced, my mother called me telling me that my last grandma had gone into the hospital. She had collapsed in her apartment and was rushed to the emergency center. I had no idea what to do. I felt like God was just condemning me and attacking me for some reason. I went into this deep depression and I didn’t want anyone to talk to me, if they did, I would simply start crying. I was alone, and no one knew who I was. I was too far away from home to go to my friend’s ceremony.
Why would someone want to sit in front of a computer or sit at a desk all day when you could be around babies and always be in action? My passion in life has always been towards infants and children. This has led me to the path of choosing a career involving them.
Growing up from 7th grade on, something was different with me. I was always anxious and depressed. I began staying home from school in 8th and 9th grade. I was struggling. Freshman year, things started to go downhill. Pushing away everyone who cared about me, had become second nature. My family situation was a mess. I began at a new school for my 10th grade year, and about 2 months in, I was bullied and slut-shamed so bad that I had to leave that school. I developed a substance abuse problem and was using daily. My life was in a burning trash can. One day, I got sent to rehab by my parents. I went to Sunrise Academy and turned my life around. Even though it took me a year and a half, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for that day that I was
Moving from a highly diverse community to a less diverse community has to be the weirdest yet interesting culture shock I ever had to deal with. As a young child, I did not know about the outside world. I thought everyone rides the bus or the metro, graffiti on the wall is normal and traffic wouldn’t matter as much since everything I needed was within walking distance sometimes. There were shocking things I learned once I moved to Nebraska.
All my life ,I’ve always wanted to be someone in life who can actually make a difference to this world in a positive way. Ever since I was a little girl I pushed myself to always best I can be just . I lived in a town outside Los Angeles, California , it was called Van Nuys,California.The elementary school (Kittridge Elementary) I had went to was in a low income area, mainly spanish community had lived in the area I was living in at the time .I had a lot of friends (mainly mexicans) I focused a lot on being on time for school , staying on task in class, and finishing my homework. At such a young age I had felt such ambition and was doing very good for myself. At the age of 10 was when reality start to really hit me , even though I was very young I started to see things differently.
It began as a beautiful morning in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada. The sun was glistening so beautiful, nothing could ruin that day. The sky was cloudless not a cloud in sight. The wind was blowing ever so slightly, making the temperature astonishingly perfect. My family and I were on our way to Buffalo! Cruising down the highways so fast , we were faster than the speed of light or though, is appeared that way to a 7 year old kid (me). We were in 2 cars, our car and my uncle’s car. In our car it was my parents, my brother and I. In the other car it was my uncle his wife and their two kids (a son and a daughter).The ride was long, the smell of Tim Hortons swirled around our car. The bright yellow sun suffused heat on our car, it felt as if our car was slowly filling up and up with lava! The heat constantly increased and increased, until finally we gave up. We opened up the window , slowly the cool
Drugs! Alchohol! These two things prove to be very dangerous to the human person. My older brother was once addicted to both, but with the help from my parents, he is now back on the right track. This was only possible because my parents took huge steps in helping him get to rehab. They were heroes to me and my family because they had been so caring, loving, and forgiving to my brother. There has been so many wonderful things I have learned from them. My parents saved my brother's life and showed me what true love and hope can accomplish.
We adopted Karma one month ago with the intention of her being a Service Animal for my daughter, who has a heart condition. The ‘breeder’ assured me that Karma was up to date on all her shots and in pristine health. I asked about her parents’ health history, especially hips. The breeder assured us that her parents’ hips had been checked and cleared, as well as Karma’s.
When you live in a sheltered household and go to a strict Christian based private school, there are some subjects that aren’t taught to the full extent sp you wouldn't be aware of the negative aspects of the actions and/or words that are said to you. Growing up, there are some words and sayings that you can keep or just let it fly past you. But for some reason, there was a word that had stayed with me for a long time and it wasn't until I was eighteen, taking a class at the time when I lived there to realize it’s meaning.
Freshman year was when asked the age old question: what do I want to do with the rest of my life? For most students my age, this undeniable thought can bring feelings of uneasiness. However, for me, this decision was met with open arms and a positive attitude. Photography is not just some hobby or a talent for me, but a vital part of my identity. Just the same as an athlete dedicating themselves to their sport, I rely on my camera as an essential part of my lifestyle. There is never a place that I will go without a camera tucked neatly inside my bag; never a shot that is not worth taking. It was not long until I found myself as the main event photographer of the biggest music festival in South Jersey. While the students my age dreamed of winning the big game or seeing themselves in a particular field, I was already achieving my dreams and making them a reality.
One morning I woke up and got ready to go to the park. I wanted to find a sport that was fun and would help me get in shape. When I arrived at the park I tried several different sports. I would have to try playing different sports to find out which one is going to be my favorite. I like a sport that offers me enough exercise to stay fit and doesn't cause pain in my muscles.