Narrative Reflection Paper

I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

The scorching heat of the summer day in Stamps, Arkansas made the dusty roads and cross tracks have mirages. It was a slow moving town otherwise, in my opinion. I amongst many other blacks were segregated from the whites. The whites are richer than the blacks in my town, but through hard work and determination I do have a similar lifestyle to the whites. One thing that was important to me was helping one girl accepting herself in this disconsolate town that she can do anything she puts her mind too..

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As I placed the car into park, turned the key off and stepped into the crisp cold winter air, I begin to feel my pulse raise. With each step we took drawing us closer to the door, I felt my heart beating faster. With a quick turn of the ice cold door knob, I found myself standing in a whole new world. The food, the music, the faces, the language, everything was different than what I knew. For the first time in my life I was the minority in my small home town of Winamac, Indiana.

It all started in the year 2010 and only at the age of 10, when I was in the 4th grade and was attending Pine Meadow Elementary School my English teacher said that we were going to have a spelling bee. I did not think that I had to study for the spelling bee even though she gave us a list of some of the words that were that were going to be in the spelling bee, and the teacher said that all the students have to be in the spelling bee. The night before the spelling bee was going to happen I was not nervous about it, and did not study any of the words that were on the list because I thought that they were not that hard to spell. Also because I thought that I was one of the smartest in my class so I was going

Children with Autism spectrum disorders can benefit greatly from narrative therapy. It can help reduce psychological distress, improve their social and narrative skills, as well as help them find ways to manage their symptoms. Cashin, Browne, Bradbury, & Mulder (2013) explored the effects that narrative therapy can have on children with Autism ages ten to sixteen. The parent-rated Strengths and Difficulties Questionnaire (SDQ) was the primary outcome measure. They also measured their psychological distress, The Beck Hopelessness Scale and the salivary cortisol:DHEA ratio (which can determine a person’s stress levels) before and after a structured narrative therapy. The children

The night of graduation we all lined up the same way we did at practice, ABC order, as I walked out I felt so rewarded that I was able to make it to my high school graduation. We all sat in a huge gym surrounded by our loves ones, Black and gold caps and gowns filled the room. I waited anxiously for my name to be called; with my last name starting with a W I was pretty much at the end. I walked up and across the stage, shook their hand as I received my diploma and smiled for a picture. As I walked back to my seat I feel my eyes start to water because I felt so proud of myself that I made it to this point after years of hard work. I look around once I’m seated and see how happy everyone is. Next year everyone will be going their separate ways, starting college and making new friends. The ceremony ends with a bunch of smiles, some tears and caps being thrown up in the air while everyone is clapping for

Mr. Johnson is a 62 year old African American male. He resides in Blue Lake, Arkansas with his wife of 36 years. Mr. Johnson has four adult daughters and four grandsons. Mr. Johnson has a diagnosis of Major depressive disorder, adjustment disorder with anxiety, and cognitive disorder.

It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a

She was very nice, sweet and friendly. I invited her to my house, we hung out to other places outside of school and she was VERY shy there too. 1 year passed, we chatted through Facebook and we made videocalls through Skype and watched movies together. It was great, because she was a good listener and I started telling her my inner secrets. She was also a great advisor and a great friend; she never betrayed me or failed in being a good friend. Now, we're in Senior year, and we're the bestest friends ever. And I REALLY am grateful of having her in my life - she literally made me a better person and made me feel hopeful again... This is just a shoutout to everyone who reads this; people can be more awesome than you think, and they can even change your

What has my journey to graduation been like for me? My journey has been a crazy, fun-filled learning adventure. I met many goals and accomplishments I set for myself but I also faced some challenges on the way. For example, I finally met my goal of graduating with a 4.6 GPA and maintaining it. Also, I accomplished completing my last four years of grade school and now I am on the way to college. My last year has been interesting and there are many goals, accomplishments and challenges I can reflect on.

Graduation is an exciting time in a person’s life, especially a high school graduation. When I think of family and friends gathering together to celebrate a joyous occasion, I feel I accomplished my strongest goal. It never occurred to me that graduation would be the end of my youth and the start of adulthood. Graduating from high school was an influential event that gave me an altered outlook on my existence. Life before graduation, preparing for graduation day, and commencement day overwhelmed me for reality.

The day I graduated high school is the most important day of my life because I experienced elevated happiness. The excessive weight of stress and failure on my shoulders was released, and I felt relieved. Throughout high school, I endured many sleepless nights due to homework that piled up because I was horrible at time-management. Also, procrastination always got the best of me, and I spent many late nights drinking coffee to stay awake in order to study for quizzes and finals. High school definitely challenged me and I developed into a new version of myself because I learned how to put my full effort into my work. My graduation day was a rollercoaster of emotions because I was anxious on the drive to school because of the tremendous amount of traffic. Naturally, stress came over me as I was about to arrive late to my own graduation. Truthfully, I was running late because I spent so much time straightening my thick, curly hair and applying makeup. Unfortunately, the time I spent applying my makeup was wasted because as soon as I heard that cliché graduation song, I started to tear up because a sad realization hit me that I would not be in same familiar position that was comfortable. I comprehended that I would no longer be able to greet the amazing teachers that influenced me or be able to spend time with my friends who were underclassmen. As a few tears dropped down my cheek, I felt heartbroken that a stage of my life was being left behind; however, I felt optimistic that a new stage was quickly emerging.

When we pull in, my mom and I hop out and get everything out of the car. As we walk up to the building we see some of my team waiting for me at the front door! I greet them and hug them even though we saw each other the night before. They take me and my mom into the dressing room where we set up everything. I get my costume on and start to stretch with my duet partner Annalee. Our teacher then calls up out of the dressing room to start waiting backstage.

It was almost our turn up on the stage, or at least we thought it was… They announced the names of the people in the group that was supposed to be