Personal Narrative: Insanity

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

“This is personal to you. I know what it’s like to lose someone, and believe me, I’ve been where you are right now. Maybe your emotional state will prevent you from focusing on this case,” Aidan added and smiled. His eyes seemed warm and caring now. Megan noticed how the pitch black color of Aidan’s eyes seemed both mysterious and hypnotic at the same time. “Hey, you came from Connecticut and asked for me. This means that you want me to work on this case because you know what I’m capable of,” said Megan. She was frustrated. She felt much more furious than she sounded. She thought that Aidan should thank her therapist who taught her how to keep her anger under control, and smiled a little.

Kaboom! In the matter of seconds a fun time can turn into a panic of terror. Looking around, seeing the sheer excitement on everyone's face. Not one of us had second guessed this idea. It was completely silent, not one cricket chirped, in the dried out grass clearing. Although it is a peaceful little place, it's not going to be so soothing and tranquil any longer. Now came the roar of the explosion, echoing through the wood. A violent blast of burning hot air hit my face. Shrapnel of glass bottle pierces my skin. Gunpowder and debris from the oak wood tree dusted my lips, having a bitter disgusting flavor. A blinding flash of light dazed me, white spots began to spread around my line of sight. The sounds of laughter at the campfire, cars passing by, and the wind whistling through the trees suddenly all went quiet, but a rising tone of a broken amplifier replaced all the other noises, causing us to become disorientated. Not even being able to hear the crackling of leaves beneath our feet, over the insane ringing.

I curse the amount of street lights there are and go around to the side of the house, careful to duck into the shadows. The sound of a noisy dog barking next door has my pulse racing and my eyes cataloging everything around me.

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What a crazy and fast year it's been hasn't? If you asked me when was last Febuary I would have said 3 months ago and now I hear that your birthday is

Yours truly have some extremely strong feeling, trying to replicate back to my earliest childhood memory of my life, my first version was describing the setting that of my father hitting my mother over the head with something. Now, I personally know it was a gun. She was lying in a pool of blood in front of the fireplace with, me by her side trying to wait her up, then going outside crying subsequently my, grandmother could hear me. There were numerous scary moments in my childhood. I myself, can recall as a child, my father and brother falling in a lake of water with my mother shouting for help to get both of them out of the water. Our house catching on fire with my mother and me along with three of my siblings trying to get out my mother powerful strength holding on to us without letting go. Which my father were no there to be found. Later we learned that he was drinking with his friends up the street under a tree. Yours truly was told a few neighbors came to help. At that point we stay with my grandparents which I adored them. For the reason that I loved waiting for my granddad to come home from work for him to take me to get vanilla ice cream. After moving to Cincinnati, Ohio at the age of six from Alabama. My father continues to be very abuses to my mother for fourteen years of their marriage. Thank God she’s still alive today.

The ceaseless ring of an ambulance rushes through the single cracked window, filling the room its grating melody. Beyond this bleak room, outside the dingy maroon curtains framing the glass portal to the world time continues to flow. Lovers walk hand in hand with restrained enthusiasm, children run along rushing to school. At night lone men walk corner to corner contributing to the unique landscape of city life. But this room to me is solace, a shabby oasis of peace in a desert of disruption. Posters and pictures line each wall, showing the wear and tear of time with frayed edges and faded graphics. A large metallic grey heater monopolizes much of the corner, protecting its claim with every searing grate. Behind on the far wall stands a single

¨Twenty seconds of insane courage and I promise, something good will come out of it,¨ I murmured under my breath insistently. Despite my colossal fear of heights, with the persistent coaching of my 3 best friends, I found myself 25 feet high in the air on the cramped edge of a cliff at Pewit’s Nest State Park. Hands pouring sweat and legs trembling, I felt my way along the narrow pathway to ¨the jumping spot.¨ Even though the ¨jumping spot was only a couple feet away from the point where you climb up, it felt miles long and my breathing quickened rapidly. I knew that if I looked down at the swirling water, or even up at the dark overhangs and massive cliffs above me, I would chicken out and crawl back down the ledge to safe ground. So, keeping my eyes fixed firmly on my destination, the jumping spot, I cautiously placed one foot in front of the other.

This is insane....you would help her if you knew she was disabled but your not going to because she is voting for someone your against. Finally you say oh people have different taste of ice cream okay.....so you would not speak to your friend or help someone because they like choclate ice cream when you like vanilla. This sounds immature and ignorant. A person belief or pratice should not stop you from assisting and if you are a disciple of god as was said you should know that judging someone based on beliefs is also a sin. I am tired of people using GOD or the bible to cover up they're inmoral

I am a 27-year-old living in New York and I was recently accepted for a job in an insane asylum for psychiatric patients as a security job at the night shift. At first, the job scared me, but I took little worry as all the patients were tied up and locked away while I sat and watched some cameras and got paid for it in a locked room until 6:00am. When I first arrived, I was given a small book on what to do and told what some of the equipment was and once that was all done I threw on my uniform and walked to the security room. The room was 2 halls down past the prisoner cells. As I was walking down I looked through one of the cell windows and a person jumped at the window smashing his head on the door screaming in a jumpsuit.

I had never thought about someone who could be considered “crazy” or “insane” living in my neighborhood, especially somebody who was younger than me. Until I had a personal encounter with that very person, it had definitely not occurred to me. It was about two months until the fifth grade school year had ended, my last year of elementary school, and something bigger than I could have ever imagined at the time happened to me and a small group of my friends. My life was forever changed on this day, and my peaceful life would no longer be so secluded.

There was a time when I had nobody to forgive, nothing to darken my thoughts. The majority of people do not experience things like genuine betrayal, or sheer anger, if they experience it at all, until their later years. Along with this, people usually do not experience these types of traumatic events with somebody in their own family. However, this was my reality at the age of 14 years old. Now, this is not going to consist of me feeling sorry for myself, or asking for sympathy, because it would defeat the purpose of everything that I have already had the opportunity to learn. They say that life is not so much about what happens to you, but more so about the way you react to these things. Now, this situation was not just a friend who gossiped

I finally decided to stop running for the time being, my legs were limp and were in tremendous pain, and my nasty gash looked even worse than before. I saw an enormous oak tree and I forced myself to get up and hide over there for a bit. While I was siting their my mind was in complete shock of the events that had taken place, it wouldn't stop replaying in my mind, then I broke down and started to sob hysterically like a maniac, but what I just saw and my mental and physical state I couldn't help

One of the thoughts about insanity says that a clear sign of it is when something is repeated over and over again with the person expecting different results. If this was true, then I’m the crown prince of that kingdom. Saying that this was going to end badly is clearly as perfect of an example of my insanity as any. I folded up another note, I had spent days composing in hopes that the only girl I had ever thought about awake and asleep would consider going out with me on a date. What made this insane is that I have been writing the perfect note for the past three years.