An Example Of A Letter To James Patterson

While arriving to the foster home, I seen them gardening outside. We all sat down at the kitchen table, and began to talk about rules and all that good stuff. Cindy which is the foster mom had to call the foster dad Jerry because he was working, which he is a teacher at high school in Mauston. After he arrived, we began to talk about the positives, and the negatives. I knew i would be fine, until my mom had to leave, that's when i knew everything wouldn’t be alright. She gave me hug, and i couldn't hold back. But after a couple of days with being there, it was alright. I started to be able to talk to my mom on the phone, and in 2 ½ months, i could go on a community visit. I started to love it their more and more. Jerry and I became closer and closer, Cindy and I never really did connect. But throughout the nine months, everything changed. The whole house was fighting, i thought throughout these couple of months, i would be able to move around the fighting. It was all going well until one night, when Jerry brought up, all my mistakes. Then everything went down hills, i wanted to be out of the house, and then i found myself making even more mistake then i was while being home. My social seen that also, mostly every weekend i was sent right back to jail. I was running from the foster home, fighting, drinking, all this stuff i highly regret. And i now know i could never take back. If i could do this all over again, i would, it sucks i wish i could of had a better experience, because not many people get to do what i got to do when i was sent to foster

It had been almost three months since the incident, and ever since then, I found no reason to live. I tried jumping off the balcony to cope with my loss, but my neighbor saw me, and he called the police. When my neighbor reported me, the police officer encouraged me to meet a therapist. Nowadays, I struggle to wake myself up in the morning, so I have to rely on Summer’s cries to wake me up. When I used to work, I would always be enthusiastic, but because of my drinking problem, I got caught in a fight that ended up with me losing my

I refused that help, I did not want anyone to help me. I was hurt by the situation. And I did not refuse that help only here in US, I also refused with my family and friends in Mexico. My parents were affected too and those moments they didn't know what to do. One day the principal from the elementary called my parents to her office and told them about my behavior. She asked my parents if they had problems at home like fighting or any kind of violence that made me behave that way. My parents explained to her on the situation that we had and how that affected me. The principal understood that she sent me to see a psychology. When I went white the psychology she asked me why I did not wanted to make any friends or talking to anyone. At first I didn't want to talk, but after she convinced me and I told her what happened and that I wanted to die. After a long time talking she started a treatment to help me to overcome my situation. After a while I understood, and I regret that I refused the help that everyone was bringing to me.

The town sent all my friends away for stealing the car, but not me. I got “criminal charges” but my father wouldn't let them sent me to an asylum. I honestly wish he would have let them because maybe the people there could have helped me and made me better. Since my father said no to the asylum, they put me in the courthouse basement. Oh man that place was horrible, it was covered in dirt and bugs were everywhere. The air was damp, it was hard for me to breath especially with the mold and the darkness didn't help much either. They only let me out of there because they told my dad that if he didn't take me back home and out of that basement that the mold and dampness would kill me. So my father brought me home and I haven't really come out of the house since, it's been many years. I get glimpses out of the windows and i've heard the children talking about how “my dad chained me to the bed” and that I only come out at night to look into people's windows. I've also heard them say things about how they think I would kill them. The house was bad luck and when someone passed my house they were either running or on the other side of the street. It's hard because everyone thinks so

These thoughts would overwhelm my brain daily. I told my parents about how I was feeling, what they said was “you have the choice to be happy or to mope”. This was the worst thing I could possibly hear. The summer before grade 12, I acted on my suicidal thoughts, leading me into the psychiatric ward for a couple weeks. Soon my parents got educated about what was going on, it was hard for them to understand but soon became extremely supportive. The beginning of grade 12 I had my second attempt, my final attempt happened the summer of 2016. During this time I would see psychiatrist, and I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. This diagnosis made me feel better in understanding why I feel the way I do and that I am not alone in this. I went through medication after medication until I found the right suit for me. I slowly but surely started feeling better. I began to go to a day hospital for mood disorders called STAT in February 2017 for five weeks, learning so much about myself and learning strategies to help me with my symptoms and learning to cope with them. I have become a strong person, fighting each battle as they come. I made it so far, and I am truly proud of myself for

I was 13 last year in central junior high ever since my dad died, i have been not caring and not try every dad i would go through the same judgment people would make fun of me because of they would pick on me and call me name and it would just me me less caring i would not even talk to people. then i started dating someone it felt like i was happy again i could feel emotion again. I would go to her house almost everyday, her father was like a father to me since my stepdad was never around, when she broke up with me I think it brought me down even more I did not know what I needed to do I just dropped farther and farther becoming depressed because I thought I was a failure I just dropped did not do anything disappointing,

I called my friend to pick me up I was so scared I call my parents because I thought they would be mad at me for allowing myself to stay in that type of relationship. So my friend came to pick me up along with what clothes I had left and took me to my parents’ house, and my mom asked me what was going on and I just told her I got into a bad argument with my boyfriend and I was coming back home. My mom kept asking me was I ok, and I knew she know something was up. The next day I was at work and he called my job saying that he was so sorry and that he didn’t mean to do that, and he didn’t know what had arisen over him. He ask me to come home, and I refuse and said no, he said you just need a little time to clear your head, and to let what happen pass I said ok. Three days went by and he had called me at work because that was the only way he could get in touch with me, and he said was I ready to come back, I said no there is no coming back he got loud with me calling me all types of name. He said that if he couldn’t have me no one could that he would kill me and shoot himself. My heart just dropped I was so terrified for my life, and I had no other choice but to tell my parents what was going on. My parents took me to the police station to make a report and to get a restrain order against him. I didn’t know what I had got myself into, realizing my

I was put into the inpatient unit and stayed there for 10 days. I received medication on my second day which angered my family because the doctors didn’t ask permission, but calmed down when they saw my mood improve during Visiting Hours. On my last day, my therapist, Megan, suggested I go to the Outpatient Unit for more treatment. I went to the day program and went there three months. I liked it, but I didn’t like it. I got bullied for a while and came home crying because of it. It was resolved and made my time in Outpatient better. My treatment was cut off in March because my insurance wasn’t renewed and since I wasn’t going to Outpatient, I couldn’t go back to school. I got worried that if I wasn’t released from Outpatient properly, I couldn’t go back to school. However, my therapist, Melissa, told me that wasn’t the case and that I could go back to school. Melissa recommended more treatment, so I went to the Outpatient Unit and was put in group therapy. My group therapist, Meredith, changed my

One Friday, I came home from work as usual at 6pm, and sat down at my dining table. I had in front of me a glass of red wine, about a hundred pills, a blade, and some alcohol pads for disinfection. I was having a fight with my boyfriend over text, who was in Charlotte at that moment for business. Once he stopped replying, I sent him a text that read, “I am going to kill myself.” Within minutes, I heard someone bang on my door. It was the police. My boyfriend had called 911 to report my potential suicide. I had been mentioning suicide in our conversations for a few weeks, to be fair. Caught in the scene, I was brought to New York Presbyterian Psychiatric Emergency Room in an ambulance. “How much is this going to cost? Because I can’t afford

I am writing this petition in behalf my co-worker and best friend, Tomek Fila, and his wife, Crystal Baboolal. I am personally supporting this marriage as wholesome and loving.

After Griff’s death I have just wanted to be alone. But when people don’t care that i’m absent, it hurts. I know it’s my own fault for becoming invisible, for isolating myself but for once i just want someone to notice when i’m down. Someone to actually care what is going on inside my brain, what i am thinking before i go to sleep. To be there when i’m crying and are ready to let go of life, love and time. I remember when I was younger and I learned about depression, anorexia, self harm and anxiety in health and I would wonder how people came to that point and I would think that I would never be or do any of those things. Yet here I am 20 years later, at 3 am sobbing to myself debating wether or not to take my own life. I have been writing poems a lot lately about Griff, my hobby and just life in general. I would like to share one that I wrote the day after I started my “hobby”. It goes like this “Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you. But the roses are wilted and the violets are dead. And the empty bottles are scattered around

My letter is similar to the way Dimmesdale responded to the sin. He was completely consumed with the sin so much so, that it eventually killed him. Me being fearful to trust people was selfish, just like Dimmesdale. I know it isn’t just something that you can tell to go away. But still, I could have tried harder to move past the mistakes and conflicts. I’m not saying that I should completely forget about the past, but I need to learn from it and then move on and start writing the next parts of my life even better than before. I didn’t have to put up so many fences and barriers for people to jump over to reach the inside of me. I missed out on so many relationships and conversations through being selfish.

Since I didn't hear from I decide to send this email, I know you have a very busy schedule and I apologize for taking your time but, Would you mind letting me know your opinion about my documents? I really like working in your research group and I believe that I would learn a lot from you, I would be pleased if you could consider my case. Should you need any additional information, I will provide all in detail.

Dear Byron Watson, I know you will love it here in Birmingham. It is so peaceful and loving here, such a great place to live. However, I will have things I expect from you. I expect you to be respectful, and kind. No pranks, no lying, don’t do idiotic things, and just try and fit in. I will be keeping an eye on you, so there won’t be trouble with you. There are many boys your age, so don’t worry about being with little kids. I hope you enjoy it here, and I think you will love it here.

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