Personal Narrative-Blinding

The narrator’s insanity does not unravel overnight. She is just an ordinary woman who suffers from depression. Her

He stretched his wings out and walked over to the window. Lilith didn’t know what was about to happen, but her adrenaline increased as her excitement of the new unknown came to be. He kicked open the window and looked down the several stories below them. In an instant, he jumped out and began to soar with Lilith in his arms. She could feel the wind whipping against her skin and pulled herself closer to Anthony so she wouldn’t fall.

Eliza limped towards the lake. She didn’t know why she wanted to be there so bad anymore, her leg was throbbing and blood was pooling around her. She felt weak and she was shivering even though it was easily over ninety degrees outside. She looked back at the city she had come from. There was no longing to return as she stared at the towering buildings behind her. Her mom, of course, had exhausted that feeling away from her. Eliza turned back around, she could see her lake now. Half unconscious, she half ran, half stumbled to the makeshift bench her and her dad had made when she was five. When she reached it, she sat down with a thump, tears streaming from her eyes and down her cheeks. How did things end up so badly? She looked down and watched

I called the constituent, he stated needs a house. He stated is currently in wheelchair. I asked where is he currently living, he said with her ex-wife.

Upon hearing those words, my head snaps to the worse case scenario imaginable. Anything could be possible. Death, ultimately, would not suffice in this ordeal; however, knowing Mercy for quite some time, she could transform a serious matter into a laughing joke.

For He rescued us from the domain of darkness, and transferred us to the kingdom of His beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins. [NASB Col 1:13-14]

Perhaps I’m naive or ignorant, but I never thought this would happen to us. The last few times I’ve seen you, not once have I gotten the impression that your feelings for me wavered, but I suppose I was wrong. Assuming this may be the last time I’ll ever get the chance to let my thoughts be heard I can’t let this opportunity pass by.

More people would understand if I was in a wheelchair. Everything would be clear if I had a terminal illness or something wrong on the outside. The problem is that my wounds aren't discernible to most people. My scars aren't tangible. Instead of receiving sympathy from those I first let in, I was told to get over it. I was told that I wasn’t depressed because I have a loving family. I was told I wasn’t sad because I’m well off, because I do well in school, because I’m a guy. Despite that, I learned to find strength in my brokenness so I could make myself whole again.

“You'll be okay baby, you’ll be okay.” Greg repeated to her but she didn't respond. Lizzie stood up and went for a walk on the staircase that led up to their apartment. Penny coughed dryly and closed her eyes with a big sigh. “No Penny stay with me, you'll make it I'm sure.” Greg pleaded but she wasn't listening, she was oblivious to the

As John approached the house he was thinking I am almost home I cannot wait to see Ann again. John had been walking for what felt like an eternity but was just a few long hours. Generally, John didn’t mind the walk from his father’s homestead to his but it was currently winter and a deadly blizzard was taking place. The unforgiving snowstorm began as John bundled himself up for the long walk to his father’s place; as the day, the storm had progressively gotten extremely worse to where it was white out conditions, as he could not see past his hands. John approached the house he was relieved to be out of the storm, he had opened the door ajar to keep as much of the storm out as he could.

A girl named Alison grew up in a small town with both her parents and had several siblings. She was able to go to school and hang out with her friends whenever she wanted, but there was always something in the back of her head bothering her, the thought that her life was missing something, her life was incomplete. She lived a normal life, she grew up to be a nice young woman, and she even married the love of her life and had three beautiful girls with him. Alison never went through any hardships in life. Although Alison’s life seemed to be better than most, she still felt incomplete. Her, her husband and three daughters always went out and did many things as a family. They went to parties, went on camping trips, and even went to

I never really thought of myself having a mental illness until death had struck my family. When everything was right in the world, death crept in on me and caused the unthinkable; sorrow and pain. The illness had struck...depression. I couldn’t bear to talk to anyone about what I was going through. I bottled up all of my emotions and hid behind closed doors. Depression is something I thought I would never come to in my life, but with all the struggles I faced, it occurred.

Perception is defined by Merriam Webster (2016) as: “a result of perceiving: observation; a mental image; awareness of the elements of environment through physical sensation; quick, acute, and intuitive cognition” (Webster, 2016) Reality is defined as “the quality of being real; something that is neither derivative nor dependent but exists necessarily; in actual fact” (Webster, 2016) Our text tells us that our individual perceptions are formed by our “culture, tradition, and our overall upbringing” (text pg188)

My focus of disability is Autism Spectrum Disorder. The challenges I had with completing the form are, making sure the goals provided are manageable and easy to obtain with reinforcement due to the child’s disability. As I wrote the goals I thought about is this really a problem for the child, (not being able to wait), yes because some children become overwhelm and inpatient with the idea of just waiting, when they are in the need of doing something immediately at that moment. Also, proving the percentage that are accurate to

I still remember my tween years like it was yesterday, how could I forget such a stage in my life. At this time everything was new to me and everyday I was learning a numberless of things. All things fascinated me and were so fresh, I always craved for more information. One thing was clear to me though, I knew who I was, and no one could tell me otherwise of it. I saw myself as a stylish, innocent, and friendly tween.