Personal Narrative: The Change In My Writing

Over this year, I haven’t changed that much. I’ve always had poetic power and dramatic detail. I’m a sharp thinker, and I consider ideas in the broader freer scope. I guess that isn’t exactly the best when I’m writing essays. I don’t do specific observations or explain the evidence, I use generality a lot, to be honest. This hasn’t changed in my writing or my thinking patterns.

I’ve always been a good reader, and I don’t mean to brag, but I think I've always been a good writer. I’m not good at doing fact-based writing, but I am good at doing powerful, moving, emotion-filled pieces. I’ve always liked to read and write poetry, it’s by far, definitely one of my passions.

This year has been hard for me. This year I have grown and developed

physically and emotionally, and I guess through that my whole life has changed. Last year, I was suicidal and depressed and I had absolutely no hope. This year, this year has changed. I came into this year the same as last year, but as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into years, I felt different. I had hope, I had a reason to live. What keeps me here isn't anything big, so I’m not going to deny that sometimes I still feel that overwhelming desire to die. I feel as if my absence from the world wouldn't make a difference. In fact, it would probably go unnoticed after a few months. That desire hasn’t changed from last year, but the frequency has. Last year, I self-harmed every single day, now I go months without self-harming. I go months without starving myself, months without feeling so overwhelmed I have to purge and then binge. If I'm being honest, last year I was in a bad place. I wouldn’t say I'm out of it, but don't feel like I can't be.
This year I've also learned a lot about myself. Like a lot, its crazy. I’m not saying I know myself now, but I know parts of myself. I know parts of my soul, and I guess from what I can piece together the rest of the parts. Part of that has been because of you Mr.Titherley. All year you have been there for me, learning about what makes me tick and what breaks me. You've made me see parts of myself I was too afraid to confront. I guess that’s how I’ve grown.
I haven’t grown academically, I think I’ve stayed the same in that are of my life. But in my emotions, in my subconscious, I have grown tremendously. I have confronted some of my demons, I have come to peace with some of myself, my beliefs, my future, I have stitched together some of my broken pieces.
This year I have learned about myself and have learned how to take care of myself. I have grown in more ways than one, and for once, I can say that I am so proud of myself. That is how I have grown.