Beyond Recovery Narrative

This paper will recount the development and history of narrative therapy and provide a brief background assessment on the founders and significant contributors to the postmodern approach of Narrative Therapy. The role of the therapist, the theory of change, the target of intervention, the assessment from this approach, and what the approach says about normalcy, health, and pathology will be presented. It will also discuss how narrative therapy might work with and be sensitive to the cultural and diversity factors and give some examples of intervention from this approach. It will then discus the case using concepts and ideas from narrative therapy and the application of the essential ideas of the narrative therapy in the case and, where appropriate,

A time I had to overcome adversity in my life was when I became injured during the middle of cheer tryouts. At the time I was very passionate about competitive cheer, and my goal was to make the junior five team. When I got to tryouts everyone was tumbling, stunting and doing the dance routine. My adrenaline was pumping as I went to warm up my tumbling and throw a roundoff, back handspring, layout. I was determined to accomplish this for tryouts and impress my coach, but I was still very nervous. As I was running into the roundoff back handspring, I knew something was bound to go wrong. The next thing I knew I was in the middle of the air and suddenly landed on my knees, with my ankle twisted under me. My face got bright

The time had finally come. After three weeks of pain, two weeks of testing, and a week of waiting. The results were in. I just had to wait a few more minutes for the doctor to come in and tell me what was wrong with me and how long it would take to fix it. The results will change my future.

Celebrate Recovery is a self-help recovery program that contains a heavy emphasis on Christ and seeking healing through Him. There is a strong religious focus so individuals feel like they have help that is unconditional and they are surrounded by a body of individuals who are struggling with similar situations as well. Although these individuals cannot provide the answers or healing for one another, they are the support, a body, a family, and create a safe environment for fellow participants. Moreover, with this focus on Christs healing powers in their lives, the program emphasizes the eight recovery principles in the Beatitudes as well as the twelve-steps (similar to those used in Alcoholics Anonymous). I, therefore, attended a Celebrate Recovery meeting at the fellowship church in Rogers, AR on October seventh, two thousand sixteen.

I feel a sense of calmness wash over me. My thoughts are peaceful and positive. I am confident and capable. I sleep a deep, healing sleep. I wake in the morning refreshed and renewed.

September is National Recovery Month. As such, it is a great opportunity to celebrate people who are in recovery. Celebrating someone’s sobriety doesn’t have to be an expensive, or an over-the-top party. Most people in addiction recovery appreciate even small gestures. The following are some activities people in recovery can participate in and maintain their sobriety.

“Where should we walk to?” I asked. “I don’t know” said Megan. Elizabeth chimed in saying “let’s just walk around seeing where we end up.” The three of us walked around, and ended up at the playground at Olmsted Elementary School. It was chilly out, but you only needed a sweatshirt. The playground was spooky at night. It felt like someone was hiding waiting for

I believe in healing. I had always seen my pastor and my mom pray for people at church and talk about healing all the time. At church I always hear “prayer changes things” or “If you want to be healed you need you need to have faith” but I didn’t really listen because bad things happen all the time whether you have faith or not. I never really thought about people being healed it until a few weeks ago.

We arrived at our destination… so I took my headphones out, and I put my iPhone away. I stepped off of the bus to see a large brick school building with some bricks missing and multiple cracked windows illuminated by light bulbs glowing brightly in classrooms full of innocent children. I began walking to the entrance of the school, trying to avoid the large cracks in the sidewalk that were filled with ice on this bitter December day. Snow was falling and the bitter cold and my new surroundings were shaking me to the core.

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Scarred for life is a saying that is proven to be truthful. I took the fall that scarred my shoulder to look like the inside of a bitten strawberry. It was a hot blazing 90-degree weather at Ponotoc High School Track and Field. Sweat dripped from my face and onto the track as I stretched and prepared for the 4x200 meter relay race. This was the track meet that determined if we made it to state to compete in the championships. Our relay team was number one in 4A District over all the teams in Mississippi therefore, we were anticipated to win. I headed back to the tent to grab my bright red back that I saw from a distance that weighed a ton. I started to move things around swiftly and in a panicked matter searching for my track spikes. I started to open my eyes wider as if I could zoom them in on my bag. I realized I left my track spikes back at school in my

'Well there are little incident both me and Dad have been talking to each other now but it was pretty awkward but we had a bond I guess you could say it's a bit cringey,... wait why am I talking to myself, anyways. Vlad has invited me to his house to play games it is about 2:23 PM so I am going to get ready and head on over to his house.

A wounded healer is a person who heals others because they, themselves are wounded. I could not relate to a more fitting archetype. I am wounded. I will never able to fully heal. I carry a heavy weight that somehow always pushes down on me even when I think it's been lifted. PTSD is funny like that. But this pain is my strength. It is what gives me the ability to support and understand others; and to heal myself.

As the light turned green, I sat for a moment, not moving, and asked myself what I was going to do. Then I accelerated slowly, waiting for the car on my left to pass as I changed over to the left lane. I made four left turns at four consecutive stoplights until I approached the library again. Pulling into the library's parking lot, I turned off my lights, radio, and heat. As I opened the car door, the cold air stung me like a quick slap to my face. Slowly and uncertainly, I walked toward Mike.

In school today, I hoped to go to June T and apologize to her for how I acted. Things looked fine and I could see June T in her desk, ready for the school day. I was walking up to her until I was stopped by 3 kids. The shortest of the 3 had come up to me and sneered, “Well, if it isn’t June the fool.”