I was 8 years old when I first heard the song “Rehab” and I fell in love with it. I didn’t know who sang it, so one day I decided to look up the song and learn more about the song as well as who sang it. I started listening to more of the music, and I fell in love with it. She became my idol, and I was obsessed with her. I used to make up scenarios on how I would meet her, how it would all play out in my head , all kinds of crazy things like that. Then on July 23, 2011 she passed away, and I lost my chance to meet my idol. I was really disheartened because I felt like I knew her personally, and she felt like a real friend to me. These thoughts swirled around my head. I couldn't get her off of my mind. I was suddenly standing in the middle of a dark, all black, matte mansion, and I heard the song “Tears dry on their own” playing softly in the background. As I turned in circles trying to figure out where I was, I heard a soft voice in the background. I couldn’t find where it was coming from, but it was talking to me, calling my name. I was standing in the middle of the floor lost and confused then I heard the sound of heels walking softly behind me.. …show more content…
“How are you?” “Um..I’m fine, who are you and how do you know me?” “You used to dream about meeting me and now you don’t even know who I am?” “...where am I?” “ Don’t worry about all that you will see soon
"She was like one of my daughters, she was one of the sweetest girls in the world," said Quincy Jones, 68, the Grammy-winning producer, arranger and composer. "She vacationed with me and my family together in Fiji. I loved her and respected her and I am absolutely devastated."
deeply saddening for everyone, but especially Lil. She conducted the band at his funeral in
Cheryl Strayed was twenty-two when she lost her beloved mother to lung cancer. It was such an unexpected death, she had no time to prepare for her mothers disastrous fate. Since she had no time to prepare, her grieving process lasted much longer than anyone expected. But, she had great reason. Her mother was the heart and soul of their entire family; keeping her brother, sister, and new stepfather all together. Without their mother being the glue that held them together, they all fell apart from each other, not even keeping in touch.
Stress, there is no way to avoid stress being alive. For some reason, people try to avoid, or run away from their problems by doing all kinds of drugs, such as nicotine, marijuana, ecstasy, and much more. These drugs relaxes people, relieving stress for a period of time. Of course, doing drugs is not good for your health, and we can not really prevent people from doing drugs, and getting an addiction in the first place. What people with drug addictions need to do is find any source of help as soon as possible, relieve their stress, or just find a medication. If nothing is treated to the addiction, then the addiction will just grow worse. Drug addictions can only prevent people from accomplishing goals or dreams in life. People sometimes feel
It is eight a.m. and she has been up for hours at this point. The diarrhea is uncontrollable and her stomach is killing her. She needs to vomit again. Her bed is covered in sweat. Her body feels hot, but she is freezing cold. Her hands are shaking. Her legs are restless and her entire body aches as if she had been run over by a semi. She feels weak, both physically and mentally. Tears stream down her face because she hates herself. Addiction is the reason her mother has custody of her daughter, Abby. Most of her family and friends disown her. This drug has taken over her life. At this point, she is debating if everyone, including herself, would benefit from her suicide. Jenny was dope sick, suffering
Can you remember a time you were unhappy? Of course you can. As many would say, being unhappy isn 't a pleasant experience and it 's not something one desires. Gabor Maté’s essay “Embraced by the needle” focuses a lot on how drug addictions always originate with unhappiness. Maté starts his essay by stating: “Addictions always originate with unhappiness, even if hidden” (288). Maté says this as if unhappiness was the only reason people get addicted to drugs when in reality that is simply not true. There has to be another way someone can get addicted to drugs right? It can 't just be being unhappy. I disagree with Maté when he mentions that addictions always originate with unhappiness. In this essay I want to argue that even though unhappiness
life may have tragically ended, but her legacy lives on. To this day, millions of people worldwide
It did not feel real, suddenly the pain in my legs and the hotness from all the crowded bodies went away. She was right in front of us. She performed many of her hit songs including Perfect Illusion, Just Dance, Poker Face, Telephone and The Edge of Glory (which a lot of tears were shared. The night suddenly came to an end at 11:57. She closed with her hit single Million Reasons on a piano, the last thing she said to us “Cause baby I just need one good one.. You know something I see one real good one” and pointed at us. She was lowered into the stage with the piano with nothing left but the microphone stand, piano stool with her pink hat and eventually the piano rose back up. The lights came on and suddenly the pain in my feet came back, it was hot, sad and over. It felt so different than anything imaginable, I felt empty yet so so full.
Walk the line is a movie based on Johnny Cash’s real life. The movie seems to be fairly accurate showing Cash’s struggle with drug and alcohol abuse. It follows Cash through his struggles, triumphs, and everything in between. It showed how he relied on God to get out of the life of drugs and partying. Of course, there are some differences, like in particular, Johnny Cash’s father, Ray Cash. Cash’s first wife, Vivian Liberto Cash was also portrayed poorly in the eyes of her children. There are only a few things that Walk the Line left out, but it shows the love affair between Johnny and June.
The original motivation behind the 28 day rehab was started in the 1950s. It was proposed by a medical professional to try to help patients who had been relegated to a mental ward for their seemingly uncontrollable abuse of alcohol. The 28 day path to sobriety was proposed, mostly in an effort to get them out of the psyche ward. This model became an established norm. The 28 day concept even generated the idea for the plot of a motion picture released in 2000, using the concept as the film’s title.
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
When I was thirteen years old I attended a Justin Beiber concert, when she, Shelby, attended the Florida Georgia line concert she was 17. I attended the concert with my Grandma, nana, my cousins, Addy and Madison, and my two little sisters, Shelby and Brea while she attended it with a close friend of hers. We went all the way to the Alltel Arena now known as the Verizon Arena in Little Rock Arkansas, this is the same place that her concert took place. There is a lot of differences between our concerts before, during, and after we finish out concert.
I only knew him for a couple of minutes yet he was the most incredible man I have ever met in my entire life, she ended. As she tucked her children in they said goodnight to her, she switched off their light and everything went pitch black. She stood outside her children’s door and in line with her vision hung a battered, old guitar. Throughout all these years she had kept it with her, because she knew that never letting go of that guitar meant never letting go of that amazing memory. She just stood there gazing at it, virtually paralyzed, while a single drop of tear, from her brown-chestnut eyes, slowly made its way down her cheek then fell silently on the floor.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.