Personal Narrative Analysis

When I was in medical school,I saw many cases of depression and always thought, how can they be so dejected, when you have so many things to revive you.

All sports require time and dedication to a certain extent. Dance has been my passion and weekend activity since I was three and became a very serious thing from seven to around twelve. I danced at a studio until I entered middle school at K.O. Knudson and dance was my major. I left K.O. and moved to Summerlin where I now attend Palo Verde. I received dance as my elective, being weary about the class considering I was also recovering from a back injury even during my time at K.O. and on top of that knowing I was loosing all of my skill from being absent forever and a day.

From a sensation of despair to being awe-struck and stunned, my feelings had developed into numbness and confusion, in and out of denial. Two years had transpired from onset to diagnosis, I could no longer pace and the breathing capacity had dropped to thirty percent. The clinical profile inconsistencies that had plagued my being had finally come to a single definition with no known cure. This would only lead me to squander the next two months pondering the reason for and the demise of my existence. Unable to land at a conclusion to either is where my thought and sentiment would

I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.

When I made the decision to go to school to obtain my LPN, I was twenty-four years old. I was married with a 3 year old child and worked full time as a Certified Nursing Assistant with Hospice. My husband worked in the union but due to plants closing down in our area, he was laid off, and I was the main financial support for my family. I knew things were not going to be easy but I was determined to be successful, not only for me but for my family. I began the process of enrolling in November 2009 and was all set to begin school in April of 2010. I was beyond excited for this journey to begin. I had a wonderful support system, not only at home but with my co-workers as well and I knew nothing was standing in my way. Fast forward to December

Statistics show that around 50% of married couples get divorced in the United States, which would make my family and I just another statistic. 8 years ago, I was only 10, my brother was barely 7, my mom decided to leave my dad. I clearly remember sitting in the car with my nana, I was a smart kid, and asking her what was going to happen with my mom and dad. She didn’t beat around the bush or talk down to me as a child, she said “I think they’ll end up divorcing.” And to many people’s surprise, I felt excited at that idea. It wasn’t that my parents constantly fought or were abusive, but somehow I knew at 10 years old that the best thing for all of us was this separation.

Growing up, I had always been surrounded by adults, I knew I could rely on. The thought of being an adult, seemed very distant to me, at least that was until I entered teenagehood. At the age of 12, I went under the custody of my aunt because my mother had to move to another state, due to health reasons. Not having my mom definitely made me more self dependent. However, I still had my aunt and uncle as parent figures, who I could depend on, so I truly did not feel the need to grow up just yet.

When I was in ninth grade I took a trip to the doctor with my mom. About to tryout for the high school volleyball team, I needed my yearly sport physical. As a kid who always would ride my bike and hang out outside, I thought I was a healthy kid. Growing up I knew I was overweight but I never thought it was bad as the doctor made it out to be. As doctors do, she showed me where I lined up to the average of my age and height group. I already knew what she was gonna say, I already knew I was “fat”; and of course the doctor told me my weight was too high for my height and I was putting myself at risks. Like most kids I didn’t want to pay attention to what she was saying, I was a teenager who just wanted to get out of there with the paper that

I have talked about goals before, but today I want to talk about a very special goal of mine. To begin with, driving scares me! Especially my mom's vehicle, which is like driving a mechanical monster; or a behemoth as I call it! For a long time I have had friends and family on my back to get my license. I have had other options; people willing to give me rides, bus. I become quite inventive in finding ways to side step my fear. That was until my mother started having medical problems, and I wasn't able to help her as much as I wanted. (I also began to realize that as much as I wanted my parents to be around forever to look out for me, reality has a different plan.) So I decided it was time to face one of my demons!

All throughout my years in school, I have experienced many lows and highs. I have encountered many different types of friends that have made me who I am now and those who have made me better than before. I’ve been through really bad moments; especially in junior high and elementary. I can still remember clearly the names I got called for being ‘round’ and dressed like a little girl. It got to me, but it didn’t stop me from me being me. I had the chance to remove toxic friends from my life and move on. During my childhood, I had lived with my aunt and cousins, as well with my parents. We were all under the same roof and did things together. My dad eventually didn’t get along with my aunt and uncle which ended bad. We eventually moved out and moved into an apartment. I had to sleep with my mom because my dad didn’t have the money to buy a two bedroom house. I lived under that condition up until junior high. Things began to turn out good and it was until then that my dad surprised me with something. He got a raise in his job and purchased a home with two bedrooms! I met new people and I eventually became friends with someone who ended up being my best friend until the end of junior high; we got

It is this time of the year where I like to add an element of surprise to our reading groups. I noticed that when it comes to our fiction text there’s seemed to be a struggle in retelling and interpreting literary devices we are encountering. From our group discussions, my kids do way better with nonfiction than fiction. The funny part is they find fiction to be easier than nonfiction. I’m still trying to process why they perceive that.

I was really busy this summer the first thing I did this summer was go fishing with my cousin and my aunt’s boyfriend. The biggest fish was a huge 18 inch bass also I caught with that was about 30 other fish by myself. It was a long day we was on the boat for about 4 to 5 hours I was starving after the end of that.

I used to hear all the time when I was young that time flies and before you know it that you will be an adult. Of course, my young naive self, brushed this off and acted as if I was one of Peter Pan’s lost boys who will never grow up. I went through life and before I knew it I was a junior in high school, at first it seemed like just another year of high school but once I started attending all of these college fair events was when It had just begun to sink in that, maybe just maybe I was gradually transitioning into an adult. One of the first times it hit me that I was no longer a child was in March of 2015. Spring break at the Albany Academies, most kids spent this two week vacation in florida or the Caribbean, but me no I decided that I would visit colleges. But this time I didn’t have my mom and dad to hold my hands for me, I was essentially on my own. Not entirely because I had a very close family friend that was living in the Philadelphia area where there was a multitude of colleges that I was interested in. So I hopped on a train and was on my way to Philadelphia.

One day, I'd grown tired of running the hamster wheel of a life I'd created, and I suddenly realized that I was running nowhere quick. The longer I would run, the further I would become from myself, and yet, I kept running, due to the lack of direction. In other words, I’d devoted myself to living a life according to others, rather than serving the greatness that automatically comes from inside our true-selves. Rather than moving according to my true-self, I adapted and conformed to others, which left me with no direction, confused, lost and running in circles. Therefore, causing me to ignore and run from my commitment to nourish and develop my Higher-self, the inner-spirit. Nonetheless, the more I ran from my inner-spirit the further disconnected

While in the "E.R.", completely stripped down, I was becoming aware of the fact I was moments from my passing away.This was the result from being stabbed several times, two of which were initially considered to be death threathing. While awaiting open heart surgery, I become as clear thinking as ever; and actually was in a state of euphoria at the same time; and it become clear for me to pray for His mercy, because of another feeling being present, which was the feeling of horror; and without the promise of heaven.