Personal Narrative-Acceptance And Realization Heal

My personal goals are centered on healing. In this world of decreasing resources and increasing and ever diverse populations, there are unmet needs, confusions, and misunderstandings—the very stuff of conflicts and wars. It has been my experience and observation that what the world (and especially me) needs most is a transformation that involves healing, which I believe can lead to a greater measure of peace. That is to say, I have come from a heritage that is troubled with addictions and the abuse and generational cycles of violence that so often accompany addictions. However, I am a survivor, and I continually strive to go forward healing from this past. In time, I came to acknowledge my need for skills in conflict transformation and peace

I feel a sense of calmness wash over me. My thoughts are peaceful and positive. I am confident and capable. I sleep a deep, healing sleep. I wake in the morning refreshed and renewed.

After making the decision to leave it divided up my family in more ways than one. For a while, I always asked myself how could my mother do that to me, at that age, what did I do so wrong. My family

I blame my dad for taking the easy way out and I blame my mom for allowing it. I blame society as a whole for commercializing divorce on a level that allows parents to choose it as if it were the only option. Because of these things this is how I have spent the last twenty years of my life, seeking the easiest way out of tough situation and blaming myself for things that were beyond my control.

For my 28-day experiential exercise I was determined to renounce sweets and pastries. I have been trying to lose weight for some time, which I have been successful, however I gave up sweets id loose much more weight. I have been able to lose a substantial amount of weight but it has taken me some time. But, because I love sweets, it had become impossible for me to reach my goal. Before starting this experiment, I would say that I was addicted to sweets such as pastries, macarons, milk-shakes, ice creams, and cake.

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.

In my case, my parents’ marriage was between them; their personal happiness with each other had little to do with my sister and me. When they told me they were going to get a divorce, I was broken, upset, confused, and hurt. However, I understood that they had made the decision themselves, and that it would make either one or both of them happy. Many years later, my pain healed and I came to understand that this was not a loss, but simply an

Growing up with divorced parents is never easy; especially when you, as a five year old, blame yourself for your parents’ divorce. What makes it worse is walking in on the night that caused the divorce. Walking into the screaming, the yelling, and the tears. Walking in on your brother calling the cops. Walking in when your mother is on the verge of death. Walking in and immediately blaming yourself. Thinking to yourself ‘I could have prevented this.’ Never truly realising that this was not your fault.

I would have never thought I would have to deal with it until it happened to me. After all the dust settled, everyone moved away and grew apart. My father and I, on the other hand, grew ten times closer. Even though divorce is a mean thing, it has made me who I am. It made me grow up and realize that no everything is cupcakes and rainbows. The whole experience has also changed my whole perspective on marriage. Since the divorce has happened I have realized that, I can not marry any guy, I must find the right one who is in it for the long run. I do not want to put my future kids through a divorce so I plan on only marrying once and, the divorce has helped see this. My family is not big but it is the best family I could ask

As soon as I was old enough to understand that my mother and father did not love each other anymore, I knew I would need a lot of strength to cope. As time passed, tensions built, and my parents finally divorced. Under these new circumstances, both of my parents wanted complete control over me. During my high school years arguments were constant and I had to be the messenger between them. Issues such as child support, bills, and how much time I would spend with each of them were constant battles. As I grew older I knew I needed to reduce the stress in my life. I was ready to move on.

It hurts so much but eventually someone will come around and heal what’s broken. Although she left a scar that will forever be indented in my heart I know eventually the right one will come. What I can get over is the fact that she kept lying to my face even after I already told her I knew everything. She never loved but if she did she would of never said or do any of the things she did. I’ll never forgive her for what she did. I might never be the same again but it’s a change for the better. I’m more aware of everything that goes around. My eyes have been open thanks to her so I say thanks and

This move had my feelings everywhere, my heart broken, and my eyes sore from crying. Since my step-dad at the time was in the Air Force and my mom use to be in the Air Force to I was pretty use to moving, but this move was different and a lot harder to go through. I had enough good feelings and bad feelings too balance each other out, but the bad feelings were overwhelming at the start. One night it hit me and when it did it hit me really hard. I felt nothing at first, but then I felt everything when my mom told my sister and I that we were moving back home to North Carolina. Then I realized I was never going to see half of my family again.

Although the idea of divorce can be sad, sometimes it’s necessary. My family has become so much closer through all of this and I can honestly say, I think we’ve all come out of it just a little bit stronger. I always heard people talking about how in order to really enjoy the high points in your life, you have to go through some rough times, and now, that really makes sense to me. This was by far the hardest thing I’ve gone through, but also the thing that has helped me grow the

One of the major setbacks I've had in my lifetime was going through my parents divorce at such a young age. When all of this took place I was in 8th grade and I was 12-13 years old and my parents sat my younger sister and I down and told us that they were going to get a divorce. When I heard the word “divorce” come out of my mother’s mouth. I felt as if time stood still, like everything slowed down and everything I once held dear was crumbling before my very eyes. In that moment I didn't care about the reason they were separating. All I knew that I was no longer gonna have a family. The moment I realized that, it was scarier than the real divorce. After they told my younger sister and I, things just felt like they were spiraling. Then we got asked the worst question that no child should ever hear, “Do you want to live with your father or do you want to live with me (mother)?” That is when it actually hit me that my family will be divided.

I honestly thought that I wanted my parents to get divorced, but my parents separating affected me more than I would have expected. Moving to a new school and having this group of girls pick on me, my parents getting into a divorce and losing the one person I loved the most dying had all had a tremendous effect on me. All of these events had caused me to go through a phase of depression until I reached my sophomore year of high school. This scared me because I had unnatural thoughts of taking my own life and I finally talked to my mom about it and we searched for some