Personal Narrative Analysis

After reading, I thought about the mental health continuum and how fear, the root of anxiety, was such a universal part of the human experience. While creating the piece I thought about how anxiety blurs out reality, trapping the individual in a swirl of fearfulness and intense worries. It is not considered pathological to be a “worry wart” or a “scardey-cat.” The problem is not the presence of fear, instead it is the overwhelming, debilitating, and persistence of those fears and worries.

From a young age of eight, I fell in love with the game of soccer and I’ve been passionate about the game ever since. I deemed that the game was confined within the out of bounce lines. Within those lines I learned plenty such as the importance of teamwork, how rewarding hard work can be, and how vital training is for success. Elements all important to the player I’ve become.

Welcome to my outlandish, yet in my opinion, amusing brain! The name presented to me upon birth is Taylor Lee Thompson. Currently, I am suffering through the struggles of junior year at Marion Senior High School. Difficult classes, early mornings, and extracurricular activities have made me an expert in the sport of juggling. The class that has appealed to me the most over the years is Criminal Justice. I found the behind the scenes instruction absolutely riveting! My instructor, Mrs. Hamm, kept me on my toes and I was always learning about crime, criminals, and cases. On the other hand, the class I utterly dread is history. Any and every type of history has always slowly bored me to sleep. I am convinced we are taught the same curriculum

In my earlier days when i had first joined my club Nationals, i used to try and make sure that everything i did didn’t end up in failure. From my passes, shots, freekicks to even throw-ins, i used to be so scared that i would mess up that I actually did mess up every time because i would let overthinking get the best of me. As months went on, I began to think that i wasn’t good enough to pursue my dreams of working to be a professional soccer player.

“Beep”, “Beep”, “BEEP”, cars honking loud because drivers are not cautious, and also driving recklessly. Years go by and trafic becomes fatal. Living by a busy street can create a feeling of fear to cross the street. As I grew up in North Denver I started to see change, change in a good ways and in bad ways. When I was younger, I used to live right across from my Elementary and Middle school, and all 9 years I never missed school, but that was because I had an advantage of living really close to school. During my teen years I lived across Federal. Federal seemed to get busy every other 2 years. While going to Highschool I would always walk to school, but when I had to cross the busy street I started to think twice about crossing the street

The hospital became a very familiar place for me at the age of 19; as my mother went through all the necessary steps leading up to her operation, she was diagnosed with a benign brain tumor, although it was benign it was pressing on a major vessel blocking the proper flow of blood to her brain. As the doctors explained to us what needed to be done and that all the hard work would begin once the operation was over, I knew right then and there that my mother needed me now more than ever.

Initially, one could apply life experience, such as one becoming lost from their parent in a grocery store, or lost in the woods. Such a scenario is not foreign to many, for if one doesn’t experience it for themselves, they hear of it on the news, from family or friends of a child becoming lost. One such example would be mine. Our family are avid hunters, and when I was young my siblings and I pushed deer from a distance towards my parents so that they could dispatch the animal, providing meat for our family. As I walked through the woods I was separated from the others. Everything was quiet, and as I tentatively took each step forward in the direction instructed, began to feel quite lost. I called out for them and I called out to my parents,

Everybody has their moment that truly defines them for the rest of their life, whether it be when they first learned how to ride a bike or a friend that they made. Some events are more harsh and abrasive than other events but everybody has one. My event was a fateful night in the summer of 2013. I was 13 years old.

I had not realized I was like my mom until I moved in with my boyfriend. In my house the reasons for discussion with my mom were because my dad and I left everything messy. I did not understand my mother until I lived with my partner. I thought she exacted everything, but not, she was right. It really bothers me like her, when people leave everything disorganized in their path. Another thing that I did and now it bothers me is that they do not wash the dishes they used, it only takes two minutes to clean them. My boyfriend says that I fight a lot and for everything. I justify myself by saying that I carry it in my genes, I inherit it from my mother. I have found myself in situations in which I fought for nothing and almost everything, and in

Hartford, SD, the town that I am from, is a pretty small town with about seven churches. My family attends the Lutheran church nearly every Sunday and even sits in the same spot every week. When I was younger, I attended daycare and elementary school with kids who attended churches of different denominations. We would go through our days without discussing our differences. My parents would never discourage my sister and I from interacting with children who went to other churches. In fact, if we had a sleepover on a Saturday night with a friend, my parents said it was okay to go to their church the next morning. This allowed us to see what the different denominations looked like but we were young and often thought that it was all the same. Middle

I ate at the small cafe in our natural foods store for lunch today. When I arrived, it was mostly women with their children eating lunch, which was interesting in itself. Most of the men I saw were just buying groceries, though there were a couple with their families. There was one elderly man eating with his daughter and grandson, and they were all talking with another woman. After he finished eating his sandwich he used a toothpick to clean his teeth. I realized that I have seen my grandfather do this, but I don’t think I have seen a woman ever doing it. If women have something in their teeth they are most likely to go to the bathroom and floss or swish with water. This man had clearly brought toothpicks with him, and I assume it is routine

This tiny, new addition to my family has definitely given me a lot of water to drink. I surely love and do not regret letting her in our lives. I am speaking of a kitten that made her way into my life in the most unexpected way. Taking care of her needs, opening myself to her demands, and joggling my time, have proven me that anything can become a challenge.

Ethan’s apartment was unlike any other she had seen. It was a small studio apartment, but the entire space was a giant piece of art. Graffiti decorated the walls, with canvases that depicted beautiful portraits of different scenes were scattered throughout. Small clay statues decorated most surfaces, with other smaller canvases lying around on the small spaces in between the statues. His kitchen counter was an entire outdoor scene of a family having a picnic.

As you know, life is full of bumpy rides. This essay is about one of mine. This story is full of heat, fear, and pretty tight turns on the rails of life. Let me tell you of the time that our neighbor's house caught on fire.

I still remember freshman day as if it were yesterday. I remember being frazzled at the daunting size of my freshman class, and I remember being beyond nervous about leaving my friends to split off into our freshman day groups. At the time, I was a young, jittery freshman and one of the group activities involved sharing facts about ourselves and answering questions. Whenever it was my turn to speak I was always paralyzed with anxiety; but apparently it did not show because by the end of the day I had become friends with the person I now call my best friend. Even though I remember this day as clear as a bell, I am a drastically different person from who I was almost four years ago.