Heartbroken Narrative

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

I come across a rear projection TV on the side of the road one day, load it up, and take it home. I eagerly spend a good four hours stripping it down and saving as much as I can. I end up with a 48” fresnel lens, two hefty speakers, a couple large capacitors, three glass lenses, and a glass mirror. Left over is a box of electronic waste and the particle board skeleton of a TV. I take the electronics to my local electronics recycling center, and set the wooden frame on the curb. I took 70 lbs. of trash and turned it into 10 lbs. of treasure ripe for projects, 30 lbs. of recyclables that would have gone to a landfill, and 30 lbs. of refuse that I had fun

Have you ever seen one of those commercials that have little girls pretending to grow up? The scene opens with her walking down an aisle with a pillow case as her veil, a white fairy princess costume to stand in as her wedding dress, and finally coming to a close with her playing house with her baby dolls. Well, that certainly wasn’t me, but I was a kid from the 90s and of course I had all of the coolest toys available at the time. I recall countless Cabbage patch dolls, a My Size Barbie, but most of all Baby All Gone. I didn’t realize how one doll could cause such chaos. I would have to make repeated trips to my makeshift grocery store because she just wouldn’t stop eating! When the day came that I ran out of her ‘licensed’ diapers, I attempted to ‘stop the flow’ with a makeshift t-shirt, but it just wouldn’t cut it.

As my boyfriend and I rushed to the vet on a cool seventy degree May night in two thousand twelve we knew the news that we were going to find out from the vet was not going to be good news. Our eyes were puffed as tears of sadness rolled down our faces. We knew this was going to be the day we had to say good bye to our fur baby Polly. She was the best dog ever and we were faced with a rough decision. Was Jimmy and I to put Polly down or were we to let her stay and go on her own.

Once upon a time, there was a sorcerer who had a twelve year old son named Darcy. Darcy had a magical power to see all things happening in the world. The sorcerer, knowing of his power, trapped Darcy in a mirror so that he could never leave him, but by doing this Darcy's power was limited so that he could only see things when a mirror was near by. Hearing of the boy's power, the Evil Queen had the sorcerer killed and took the young magical child

“Guys hurry up we have to travel 12 hours by car”, dad yelled. “Get in the car Sam and Tom do you guys want go camping or not”, Kai screamed. So dad where are we going to camp Harry said repeated. So when we entered the freeway there a long line of cars for at least 1 mile. 30 minutes passed. Lucy started to cry because James and Kai were fighting over for kicking someone's shoe. So dad took the next exit and stopped the car and separated James and Kai. We went off road and my dad did not know how to drive on the off road so he kept going to the sharp rocks. So the tires were flat after it popped. Then we lost the way so we were lost. Then the family had to build the cabin. First Harry and Kai search for wood branches. While Harry was searching

So there he sat in the Kohl’s parking lot twiddling his thumbs with nervousness, just waiting for me to walk out of those glass doors. Then along came 10:30 pm, after waiting for what seemed like hours I walked out with her coworkers laughing about their interesting night of business. I set my things in my car and waited for everyone to leave and then he got out of his car and walked over to me. We introduced ourselves, and continued talking about school. Then before I left to go home, he leaned in trying to kiss me, I stopped him immediately. “We barely know each other”. When I got home my phone was buzzing with notifications, I lifted my phone in curiosity and it was him asking millions of questions about if we’ll be together and what not. I asked him to stop as we were almost still complete strangers. Sure we’d met once but we don’t know each other. He then proceeded to tell me about what he wanted to do to me in sexual ways, completely disregarding my request. I then once again told him to stop. Then he replied with telling me that I was just like all the other girls who broke his heart, and I’m just heartless. I didn’t worry about it because I don’t need a person to push me

I was maybe 5 or 6 when my older brother Nathaniel lost his best friend, and he became extremely depressed. It didn’t help the fact that he was already being bullied by a giant kid about 3 feet taller than him. did hang out with his friend a couple of times, but I don’t remember his name.

I suffered the loss of both of my parents when they were in their early 60’s. My parents were wonderful individuals who taught my sister and I how to love one another and be good servants of the Lord. After their passing, I became very jealous of friends and family that were blessed to still have both or at least one of their parents that they could love, laugh and enjoy spending time with. I knew this was not the Christian way to feel nonetheless I felt cheated. What I gained from my loss was the closeness that I have with my sister today.

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A crisp breeze tread through empty back streets of the village hibanagakure, despite the clear skies occupied by a warm sun. Dirt roads mixed with mud were kicked by someone's trudged walking.

I grew up in an emotionally torn-apart family. Over the years, I depended greatly on my mom to get me to and from school on time, as well as to support me throughout each and every challenge that I would come to encounter. However in this situation, she could no longer be there for me. Since the day of her passing, my life as well as my education have been put at a disadvantage. Towards the end of my Sophomore year, I missed a lot of school due to the loss of my mother. With it being so hard to bear, I decided to go on independent study for a few weeks to spend some time away from school. After returning to school it was a bit difficult for me to maintain my good grades, because I was still struggling with the thought of losing my mom. I earned

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Hey boys, have you ever heard “real men don’t cry” because I have. You see a boy with long hair or a high voice and immediately assume they are 1. Gay or 2. A wimp. But instead of spreading this expression to your children like a disease, how about you weigh the consequences of the words that comes out of your mouth. Men from the beginning of time have felt the need to be that mainly man with big muscles and a thirst to fight that hasn’t been quenched. This simply can’t be true, notice how the boy who are sensitive are generally happier your sadness and loneliness is not something to suppress until you finally spill over. I remember hearing this phrase as a tear rolls down the cheek of a boy whose pet just passed away. Men are not defined

In an increasingly globalised world, it is important that social workers are aware of the multitude of loss that immigrants experience and how this impacts on their life and the lives of others. Grief is a complex emotional response that arises from experiences of loss (Kanel 2003). Loss can be multidimensional and 'accompanies most big changes in our lives' (Goldsworthy 2005, p. 176). Moving to another country involves multiple diverse changes, in which people experience a variety of loss (Lee 2010). This essay will demonstrate how critical and ecological perspectives would inform my practice, as a counsellor, when working with people who are experiencing grief associated with immigration.