I Am Writing With The Healing Process

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

Hi... I've been trying so hard to respect that you needed some space but I just can't not talk to you any longer. I understand if you no longer want anything to do with me or if you even want to talk to me but I just want to let you know how sorry I am and how ashamed of myself I am for hurting you the way I did. You are what I loved most in this world and I ruined it. I am so sorry for lying to you and making you feel the way you did. I am also so so sorry if I ruined your week with you're family. I pray I didn't. You probably dont think I do but I love you so much Ellie and I always will. I really want to fix things, I'm willing to do anything in my power to fix things I just need to know whether or not you want me to because I will understand

Abby identified her strengths as “determination and normally, when I say I’m going to do something I do.” Barriers to sobriety include her family. She has very little support from her family because there is a significant history of addiction and abuse. Abby’s goals are to “be a sober mom”. Abby wants to be sober and raise her children in a healthy family.

I never thought that I'd be writing to you out of all people. Everyone may question my sanity once they figure out I've been trying to write to you ever since you were convicted five years ago. It's just.... I couldn’t find the right words to explain how badly you hurt me. However, my therapist said that writing this letter will help me accept the fact that I made the dumbest mistake in the world seven years ago when we got married. Oh yeah, I'm going to a therapist. I find that quite ironic since one day I thought I could become a therapist, and specialize in women sciences, but instead, I'm going to one.

In May of 2014, I was hospitalized and then diagnosed with major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder and panic disorder. My wonderful and pious mother closed her arms towards the therapy and the medication and told me to open a bible for I would find all the help that I needed there. My strong and golden-hearted father couldn't understand why I was so irrefutably and unexplainably sad. I told him that I had been this way for a while I just never told them because I could never find the right words. How could I describe what was wrong if the words in my native language were stolen out of my

At the end, I think you knew that, and though you accused me with words and violence, I remained faithful for the few years we had. Even if I begged you to release me, your jealousy and your desire to feel young again would never have allowed you to let me go.

After suffering the past four years from multiple concussions with limited help, you begin to feel that recovering is just about impossible. I have essentially been at the same recovery level the past four years with only small improvements in my well-being. The Doctors I had gone to in the past were very limited in what they could do for me. Until rcently if you asked me if I ever felt I would be able to fully recovery from my concussions the answer would be, no. This answer completely changed after returning from Cerebrum Health Centers in Dallas, Texas. I was very fortunate to have come across Cerebrum when I was looking for information for my website. Shortly after I had found out about the Brain Center I was on a plane to Dallas to go

We’re all broken vessels. We’ve all experienced pain with crusted over wounds that continue to break open and bleed. We need healing. Those who have already discovered Dr Bridgett Fifer through her books and/or workshops know that she has been taking her readers and followers on an emotional journey to begin that healing process. However, with her heart turned towards God she found that He has more to say and this workbook was born to take us even deeper. This is more than just 40 days of lessons. This workbook is filled with powerful activities and engaging exercises. We, the readers will learn how to identify and navigate the pain in our own lifes. It is not by accident that you hold this book in your hands - it is God-ordained. This is our

After doing my research I could finally see how my family were trying to cope with our family’s loss. My sister’s signs were mostly withdrawl. She would into her world of music or go walking by herself to help ease the pain of her grief. With my mother, grandmother, uncle, and aunts, they were having isolated mental breakdowns where no one could see them, turnings towards cigarettes and alcohol, or bottling up their emotions inside them rather than accepting the reality and seeking help. All of this was due to to my grandfather’s death. He was a huge part in all of our lives and he seem to touch everyone of family member somehow and someway. My grandfather was seen by my family’s household daily but realizing that we won’t see him anymore was taking its toll on

The interviewees were Caucasian, of higher economic status, and retired. Interviews were accurately recorded and participants signed a consent form before the interview.  Each participant completed a brief demographic questionnaire.  A quiet area was used so that participants could reflect on their experiences and audiotaping could be conducted.  “Each interview was conducted by both researchers, with two exceptions when one researcher was present, and consisted of the following semi-structured, open ended requests for information: Please describe your experiences of living with a chronic wound.  Please include anything that you think would help us to understand what it is like to be a person living with a chronic wound” (Beitz & Goldberg, 2005, p. 54).  If necessary, reflections or promptings were needed.  In addition to taping, the researchers observed body language and topic avoidance, making brief notes.  Interviews lasted 30-45 minutes.  The researchers met at the conclusion of each interview to discuss their perspective of the interview and their analytical notes that they wrote to record their thoughts, question and ideas (Melnyk & Fineout-Overholt, 2005).

Katlynn was out of the hospital after about a week and a half. All of us girls cleaned the house spotless upon her arrival. That may not sound like much, but we were young girls that lived on a farm, so being messy was pretty much our thing. Katlynn came home and we all showered her with hugs. The first week she was home we watched her like a hawk, trying not to make it noticeable. Since Kate got out of the hospital she has to take pills every morning and night, and she had to make a trip to Mason city twice a year. Today she only goes once a year because she hasn’t suffered a seizure since. There have been a few scares here and there, though. It’s been seven and a half years since that terrible day, and Kate’s doing great. She is at the age

The next step after hearing from the neurosurgeon was getting Miranda through the pain of the surgery. Kevin decided he would take night shifts and I would take days. One of us had to be there at all times as her advocate. So, I was there from 7:00 am until 7:00 pm and Kevin was there the other 12 hours. Twelve-hour shifts are hard especially on a body like mine, which had just gone through two surgeries in the past four months. My first shift began as soon as Miranda requested us to come to her in the PACU unit, which is the first place a patient goes after surgery at that hospital. Kevin and I went in together, but he left so he could sleep and come back for the night. I sat in a chair beside her bed for about seven hours without a break. The unit was in constant motion with people coming out from surgery and heading to their rooms for recovery. Miranda’s breathing would not stabilize so we waited longer than most patients. Grandparents and friends were not allowed in the unit so I was on my own. It was odd. I had been there twice because of my surgeries, but this time I was there for Miranda. They gave Miranda a pump for her pain and it did help her

We really surprised you with the first set of surprising facts that you didn’t know about piercing in our part one article, and we have finally returned with part two! Piercings are a “body mod” trend that is sweeping the nation, and is only becoming more popular. We have finally brought to you the top eight most surprising facts that everyone should know about piercing!

I have written a narrative titled Remission, this is my writer’s statement discussing the techniques utilised.