My Life-Suffering Thoughts In My Daily Life

At twenty-two years old my younger-self had previously pictured me in an entirely different place. I never imagined living in Texas, I’m originally from Chicago, and that’s where I thought I would reside. I thought I’d be graduated from college already, but fate had a different plan. And never in a million years did I think I would become a drug addict; but I am, and you know what? It’s been the best thing that has ever happened to me, it’s something I’m truly thankful for now. See, all the things listed above may seem like negative things if you look at them from an outside perspective; however to me, they’ve changed me in ways I never thought possible just six months ago. Multiple circumstances have led me to this point, but a few stick

When I think of mindfulness I contemplate of ones empathetic to interpret a situation. For two weeks every night before I went to bed, I wrote down three items I was grateful for. Some of the words were “Health”,” Family”,” Friends”,” Food”, and” Childhood”. This list goes on, what I grasped is whatever I did that day predisposed what I wrote down. On days I lifted I would appreciate my health, when I went away with my family I recognized how much I appreciated my family, when I was home for a day I realized how much I adored my bed. The new custom I obtained made me appreciate how indebted I am in my life to points I didn’t fathom before. This taught me to feel empathy for people who can’t say the same good things as me which gave me very good insight on to be grateful for the life I have.

Writing about myself, is honestly the hardest thing anyone has ever asked me to do. My life has been filled with great opportunities; I have been able to see parts of the world; and meet some interesting people along the way. In doing so, seeing the world has given me a great perspective on myself, it

Well I’ve almost survived the first whole month of this journal but I dunno if I can do it much longer. It is just doesn’t seem like me and makes me think about a lot of depressing things that I’ve gone through. I grew up through the time I worked on E Block. I started off as a man that was cranky and didn’t care about the inmates or much at home but after everything with John I was thankful for my family and actually listened and gained a heart for some people I wouldn't usually believe in

The writing of my college essay was quite a process. Normally for me writing comes rather easy, I do not struggle putting my ideas on paper. At first I thought that this essay would be simple to do and not be very stressful. It turned out to be quite the opposite in fact, just brainstorming was a struggle for me. It was difficult for me to think about my life and how it is special. To me, the events that have shaped me do not seem that relevant, at 18 I had never really payed much attention to how certain things affected me, I just lived my life. eventually , with the help of Mary, I came to the realization that having my summer taken away from me due to a broken foot had really changed my life philosophy, it truly changed who I was and my outlook on life.

I decided to help increase my writing’s boundaries, I would write about some everyday life  things that leak over into to

For my personal essay I am going to talk about depression. Depression is an extremely complex disease, there are many people who live with depression. Depression can be brought out or caused by many things like:Abuse, certain medications, conflict, death or loss, genetics, major events, serious illnesses, and substance abuse. There’s people that don’t even realize that are depressed. Like me I never knew anything about depression I didn’t know what were the symptoms or how do I get rid of it.

When in the course of college academics it becomes necessary to type personal narratives, without so much as a hint of a topic, it can drive a student to some rather interesting conclusions. Some of these conclusions may be as simple as “Hmm, what should I write about?” Or perhaps more complicated and “Great, it’s 2:00 A.M. the day the paper is due and I have nothing typed.” No matter the situation the creative thinking process can be greatly limited, thus I present to you the narrative of me typing my personal narrative essay.

Something happened. Something big. I don’t really know who I can talk to, so I just won’t talk to anyone. To keep from going insane, I’ve decided to start a journal. Mom says that journals help when things are hard in life. This is said journal. Also, if I become unimaginably famous, the press can use this if they want. That probably won’t happen though. I’d be okay with that too. I need to focus now. I’ve been going over what happened ever since that night. I need to write it down before I forget something. So, where else to start other than the beginning?

Most of these creative writings that I have written have been about this mystery guy or inspired by him. Which seems like a pretty cliche teenager thing to write about; but I do it because I don't really talk to people about the specifics of my love life all that much. In a way it seems easier to talk about it in a blog post on the internet then to a friend who might not understand. So I guess since I can't talk about it with a friend who I would have to reveal his identity too I might as well write about it. And as my crush on him has persisted despite my attempts to stop it I have realized something. You see the thing is I've come to the realization that he is my perfect guy. As young girls we dream of our perfect guy the one that is our

I am Tyler Levens a sophomore in high school, I live in Softlake city in the country of Briar. I am writing this journal as an account of what happened in my life from 23 March 2075. Everything in his notebook is very true I don’t understand everything yet but I hope you do. Where should I start? Let me begin from the evening I got the texts. I remember that I came home from school, mom hasn’t come back from work yet and my sisters are still at school. I unlocked my phone to see what has happened. There I found 2 videos that were sent from Tamara Williams. I recall the name Tamara Williams with no hesitation she used to be my best friend since first grade, that was until she stopped coming to school in sixth grade, I heard that she started getting homeschooled, and we just never met anymore. I tried going over once, but her parents

So, I might as well write about something that consumes my life 24/7: marching band. I didn’t officially start marching band until the ninth grade. You could join as an eighth grader, but I was way too scared. Ninth grade rolled around and I decided to join. My first marching show was named ‘Double Crossed.’It was set in the 1920s, which is my favorite time period. We had music from Chicago: The Musical and many other pieces. It was one of my absolute favorite shows. It still is actually. Even though we didn’t even make it past regionals that year, I didn’t care. My first marching show was one to remember.

In March of my junior year, I got a new diary, or as I call it now, my journal. It has an rainbow watercolor design over cream with a reminder to “make the world a little kinder” on the front. Everytime I look at it, I feel a sense of happiness and possibility. While I used to limit my diary entries to daily occurrences, I now use my journal whenever I need an outlet for all my thoughts. From to-do lists to goals I have for myself, my journal contains my experiences and aspirations that make me who I am.

In life everyone will face some form of hardship. Some people may not go through as many hardships as some others might but we all still have our own personal problems. In my life I have not faced many hardships like some others have which I am very grateful for such things not happening to me. But even though I haven't gone through many hardships I have still had my own fair share of personal hardships. One such hardship I have gone through twice is overcoming the death of a loved one.

With the covers halfway covering me, with my hand on my mouth, I stared at nothing in particular thinking about what just happened.