A few days ago, my older brother and I were sorting through old family photos and found a picture of us from when we were about five and six years old. We were smiling. Just two kids full of life and no idea of what was to come. This was before the start of all the rage -before all the pain and unfortunate series of events. To cut to the chase, my childhood was rough. I know some people may wish to return to those young innocent years of playing outside and going about our way without a worry in the world. However, If I had a choice to return to my childhood I would hesitate at the gate. At the tender age of eleven, I was snatched from my home. I didn't know why, all I knew was that my mother had done something bad and that my siblings and I had to be …show more content…
I finally came to the conclusion that I no longer wanted to dwell on the pass, allowing it to eat me inside out. So I eventually had to learn to let go, which proved more difficult than I first perceived. The first step necessary to recovering from a childhood of physical, emotional, or mental abuse would be to attack it at the source. I mean standing head to head with what happened and not running away. The first thing we must do is accept that it happened and admit that it has affected us. When I attempted to dispose of my issue by running off to college. I forgot that it was still the reason behind my negative attitude. I would try so hard to disguise the fact that something was wrong and that I was unhappy. I thought it made me look weak and defeated. However, accepting that something is wrong takes even more strength than trying to pretend that everything is alright. It also allows you to take control of your life and put yourself on the path to healing. After determining that I was indeed affected by my mother's explosive fits of rage which lead to other events throughout my childhood, I needed clarification as to why all of these things
When I was nine years old my father went to prison. Since he was a single parent, I was forced to relocate to Washington State to live with my grandparents. Moving to Washington was one of the worst things that I thought could happen at the time, even though it ended up strengthening me as a person. I was forced to leave my friends, school, father and all of my other family members. I was taken from everything I knew and was left very confused and conflicted.
At the age of five, my mother sent me with my grandparents because my stepfather didn't like me. He would force me to rob money from my aunts just for he could have money for himself. If I didn't bring him money by the end of the day he would beat me, which lead to my mom to sending me with
As Humans we live making so many excuses for ourselves. Our actions, and consequences all
got to the point where I didn't even realize I was doing it to myself anymore.
Since 2012, I have moved 3 times. The first move was definitely the hardest of all the moves. My entire life was turned upside down right before high school. I was happy to move, but it was a complete change. I had to relearn how to live, and I suddenly had to be the one to care for my younger siblings.
The next morning, we all gather our belongings, pack them in the truck or van and gather in between the two vehicles."Noah was at a camp, just outside of Richmond." Rick says, leaning against the van's side. "It was secure, it had walls, twenty people. Beth wanted to go with him, wanted to get him there." He looks at the ground, putting his hands in his pocket. "It is a long trip but if it works out, it's the last long trip we have to make." He had hope in his voice, desperation to finally find a safe place. "And if it's no longer there?" I ask what no one wants to, but is thinking. "We keep going." Rick nods. "Then we find a new place." Michonne chimes on. No one says anything more. "Okay, let's get moving." Rick breaks the silence. We relocate to our sitting arrangements of the previous night. Carl, Noah and I try our best to get in the most comfortable positions we can discover while moving around. A few minutes later we, as well as nothing to do. I resort to
It’s no secret, life is chaotic. As a child, in fact the very second you made your debut in the hospital room, you probably took a great big gulp of tepid sterilized air and began to scream. Before birth you had been infected. The struggle had already begun. Mom and Dad did as much as they could to help you adjust, but the cozy world you lived in would never be available to you. You messed your diaper, you rolled off the bed, and you collapsed in ear-splitting tomato faced hysterics for no reason. You couldn't even get food from the table to your charming little mouth for several months. What is this ferocious disease you have been subjected to? You have been infected with the disease chaos. We’ll call it the law of Adam, because he deserves
Back to my childhood, I still remembered the joys and pleasures that brought by those
People might believe that it must be my fault, it was impossible for her to be that mad if I did nothing.
nia. I’ve been in and lived in many different states, so moving isn't new to me, it's been apart of my entire life. This one was different, especially with 2 toddlers that aren't potty trained. Now, it's time to get ready for a 4 day ride across country.
Yes! I had successfully escaped from the dreadful claws of death! I felt a sense of relief, but at the same time I felt more than anything fear. Fear of what comes next. I started hearing people from above screaming and yelling and shuffling. But I knew if I could escape from death, I can definitely survive and escape from this hell as well. I started feeling hopeful and prepared of whatever came to me until the walls started to shake. The walls then started shifting towards me with burning iron behind it. There was no way out or between the walls except the one way I feared the most… the pit. I knew that if I tried to jump over it I would die, and I knew that if I tried to resist the shifting of the walls, I would also end up dead. “Death,”
Was there ever a moment in your life when one of your older siblings decide to move out, and you don’t know whether to be happy about it or depressed? Well it’s happening to me right now. My sister Brooke is at the age where she is ready and somewhat prepared to live on her own. But i don’t think i was prepared for her to leave.
I have an abundance of grotesque, yet, barely visible memories of childhood. However, no breathtaking family trips, no unique family togetherness that taught a moral lesson, no abnormal holidays. We still ate family meals together, but most often the children and adults lived in different worlds. When I needed comforting or wanted the best of both worlds, I could turn to my Grandpa.
There’s a lot we can learn from the stories of our past – if we tell them in such way that enables us to hear what they really have to say. This holds true with me and my life. To put it simply, the life I’ve lived up to this point has been nothing short of a beautiful (and bumpy) roller coaster ride! As I have grown up there have been many factors that have influenced me to take on or do certain things. These things, plus some of my individual choices, have contributed into what’s made me who I am today. And with that, I’m happy to say for this moment in time, I’m satisfied with the person I am and the path I’m taking.
People who are nostalgic about childhood, were obviously never children. Few people can remember the truth about adolescence. Their minds "censor" their memories; and have them believe that being a teenager was was one big party, free of cares and responsibilities. Well let me say this, you couldnOt be more wrong if you had a lobotomy. There aren't that many adults around who realise what adolescence was really like. The anguish, the fear, the anxiety, the stress. People don't remember those problems because they want to forget them.