Personal Narrative Analysis

In the Spring of 2011, my parents got a divorce. I was thirteen years old and it was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to experience. I can remember like it was yesterday when my mother sat me down and confessed the tragic news. Going through something that horrific, I would never wish divorce on anyone. Being a child of divorce, I went though the divorce differently than my mother and father did. With both parents being separated in different homes, I had to choose who I wanted to stay with on the nightly. It was a bad situation because both parents were going through such a destructive time, yet both desired always to be with my sister and I. That was the most painful and challenging decision I would have to daily make. I never

Walking the overgrown paths in the expansive woods behind my house, I tried again to escape the claustrophobia of the cul-de-sac and the boredom of a small town. The forest was my sanctuary, and I walked knowing every rock, root, and bush. Then suddenly, it was different. My eyes hit the familiar clearing ahead, and I launched into a sprint through the underbrush, leaping up and over the barbed wire-topped rock wall. Landing with a whoop of delight, I eyed the novelty, a huge, brown steer, staring back at me. Molten joy turned to icy fear, and the steer began to charge. Thirty seconds of terror later, I noticed two things as I heaved against a maple tree: my now dung-covered shoes were ruined, and my curiosity was finally piqued.

My parents divorced when I was seven and it was definitely not a nice, clean divorce. My mom suffered a traumatic brain injury when I was eight that left her in a coma in the ICU for weeks. We all thought that she was not going to make it. She did recover but her personality is fundamentally different as a result of the accident and is also physically unable to work. This severely impacted the SES level that I ended up growing up with. In the seventh grade I went through a very traumatic custody battle when my mom remarried and she wanted my sister and I to go live with her in Florida. Two of my grandparents are diagnosed with cancer and my other grandmother has suffered several traumatic strokes. My dad had a tumor wrapped around his spinal cord this summer and had to get it removed. He can’t return to work for six months and he does not have any savings to rely

I lost a job and did not find another one for several months. Once I did and tried to come back I was in 2 different car wrecks with the injuries and pain I was in there was no way I would have been able to complete successfully any of my classes or have them done in a timely fashion the concussion I suffered prevented me from remembering a lot of the time as well as the pain medications in which I was placed on. I tried again once I felt fine enough to go back and then I had health issues which required me to go in for surgery not once but twice. During that time I was not able to complete the classes as well in a timely fashion not only could I not lift my arms above my head but I needed help to assist me to be able to move about and therapy

As well as there is the other sentence in this article said, “They undoubtedly saw rainbow patterns in the misty spray, but were convinced they had discovered a fairy grotto.” I would like to visit South Island and Milford Sound again as last time I did not see a rainbow. I would imagine that I rotate my neck to see the rainbow, it would be as a heaven, discovered a fairy grotto. Event though, “Jessie explains that Milford Sound is actually a fiord, carved out by a glacier and then flooded by the sea, whereas a sound is a flooded river valley.” For my opinion, it seems that Milford Sound is just a fiord rather than a sound. However, it is still the most experienced traveller, which means you won’t regret to travel under the one of the most

“Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz!” As I roll over from my fetus-type sleeping position, I notice my 6 o'clock alarm buzzing away beside me and that only more thirty minutes remains to aquire the last bit of my beauty sleep before the daily struggle begins. “Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz!” Half an hour later, I roll over knowing that I must wake up now, so that I can perform my morning rituals. I reach over to my shiny, black bookcase that I use as my nightstand and touch the dismiss key on my iPhone. I cannot keep my eyes open because I feel like death due to an overwhelming amount of exhaustion, even though I calculated that I slept the night before for at least seven and a half hours. I concluded, however, that the thought of school itself ensued my unmotivated, depressed

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.

To my mind velocity isn’t as significant, as the weight and size of the projectile. The larger and heavier the projectile, the less deflection. That is why the larger pistol calibers are preferable. I possess no experience with bonded bullets. However, I can see how they would be a better option in shooting through laminated windscreens, if the manufacturing process claim is correct that the design will control expansion, have higher weight retention, and deeper penetration. FMJ shares some of these characteristics and therefore in theory at least, if not in practice lesser fragmentation when hitting the windshield and in turn penetration into the vehicle.

The opposite of depression is note happiness, but vitality. And that was vitality that seemed to seep away from me in that moment. Everything there was to do seemed like too much work. And one of the things that often gets lost in discussions of depression is that you know it’s ridiculous. You know it’s ridiculous while you’re experiencing it. You know that most people manage to go through their daily routines and it’s not a big deal and yet you are nonetheless in its grip and you are unable to figure out any way around it. And so I began to feel myself doing less and thinking less and feeling less.

My parents got divorced about eight years ago. For my younger sisters and me, we didn't quite exactly understand the emotional toll that it would take on our family at the time with us being such a young age. The first night sleeping at what I now had to call “my dad’s house” was unsettling knowing just one of my parents was in the house. In my little grade school mind, I was mainly concerned with the fact that my family would never be normal again and that I would be embarrassed to tell my friends that I lived in two separate

My mind teleporting itself to multiple universes is a constant in my life. Each individual universe is connected in a fractal-like fashion, consisting of spindly chains of universes in arms not unlike the Milky Way’s spiral arms. Imagine the famous Mandelbrot Set: narrowing in on a particular point will reveal the set’s characteristic bulbous shape, but scaled down; in the same way, zooming in on a set of temporally-linked universes will eventually reveal a branching-out shape not unlike the central shape of the multiverse.

I generally gazed at the stars, once in a while I sobbed and pondered upon the sky for somebody like you. .... A considerable measure of the times I simply hurt more than words can express. More than the tears that have sobbed in distress from my own particular eyes. I hurt. Plain and basically I just totally hurt. I missed being touched, embraced and kissed. My adoration dialects where desert sand with the wind blowing against them and not a single water to be seen. A long time came and past regardless I gazed at those sky. I thought about whether I could ever be glad again. I thought about whether I would die.... overcome with distress and aching for Love, Passion and Romance once more. During the evening, I would lay in overnight boardinghouse the harm that my children were seeing.... Would they ever see what it resembled for two individuals to genuinely cherish each other? Two individuals with tears in their eyes brimming with affection for one another..... Is it accurate to say that i was the stand out seeing this? At last, I laid in informal lodging pondered. Tears took after tears down my cheeks onto a pad with nobody next to me. Alone.

Divorce is hard for many kids growing up. I had always pictured my parents as the ultimate team. My dad rescued my mother like a knight saving a princess, from the evil forces in life. It’s the story everyone’s brought up with. When you find out that that is not the case, it’s heartbreaking in a different way.

Whenever I hear people talking about divorce, or hear phrases such as “broken family” I want to either comfort or correct the person. I am able to set aside the sliver of pain that resides in the back of my head and realize all the wonderful things that have come out of my parent’s separation. I was pretty young when my parents started to have constant arguments but never really put the pieces together on my own. My worst childhood memories are not of scraped knees or broken bones but a broken heart. What had happened? What had I done? I can now confidently say that all the difficult times my parents’ divorce put me through have helped to bring my family together, separately. It left me with countless life lessons and the realization that things can always be worse. My parents’ divorce not only brought me severe pain but strength. It’s helped me to grow as an individual and I want to always remember that this is how things were meant to be.