Personal Narrative: Loss Of Self

I'm sorry for not being your voice when you needed it to scream, I'm sorry for not stand up for your rights, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the abuses, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the bullying. When you needed me the most I kept myself in silence, afraid of what it might happened to you and still couldn't be avoid it. We've been together since we were born, and we've had to learn to grow together, to learn together, to love each other despite the pain, the struggles, the obstacles, the grieve, the loneliness. I know my apology is way too late, but it is important to me to let you know how much you mean to me, I had to learn how to appreciated the woman you’re today. The woman you’re today is stronger, wiser, intelligent, sensitive, kind, tough and funny; basically, all the things you’ve always aspired to be, you’ve made it!. If I have to think in a

When in the course of shopping events it becomes necessary for me to dissolve the assumption which have connected me with another and to assume among the powers of my credit card, the separate and equal station to which the cashier and the god-held checkout entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of beautiful shoes requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the my desire.

The last memories we had with our families was when these men in black killed an outsider for trying to enter the island. We watched the men in black chase after the people in the streets forcing them to go into their houses and watch a man who I had seen before make a statement on television. The man was tense, stiff, and his stature looked forced.

Days pass until I see him make an appearance while I’m fully conscious. By counting the meals he’s left on the nightstand, I’ve determined that I’ve been in here for at least a week.

As a little girl I had my life completely planned out. I was going to graduate high school and enlist in the military. The ultimate goal was to become an Army Veterinarian. Being a veterinarian in the service would help me gain a lot of hands on experience in the veterinary field. Also, the military would pay for my schooling. My plan was very well thought out. But, not everything works out according to plan.

Sadly, once the Christmas tree had been put away and the New Year's Eve confetti had been swept up, I could find no excuse not to tackle my most pressing post-holiday need - losing some weight. Most adults put on at least a little weight over the holidays, and crowded fitness center parking lots every January attest to the fact that a good many want to then shed that weight, at least until New Year's resolutions are forgotten. I decided to see if I could combine my weight-loss goals with my interest in technology. I found a free app for my Android phone called Lose it!, and suddenly the dreary chore of losing weight became a bit more interesting. Lose it! is available for both Android phones and the iPhone. The app works well on my Droid

PonyBoy and Darry went to the hospital to visit Johnny. The doctor had gave the boys some great news about Johnny, and said that he was going to be ok as far as the doctors knew. PonyBoy and Darry were so thankful that he was going to be alright after all. The doctor spoke and said, “ You guys are still going to have to take good care of him, make sure he does not smoke. It will damage his system. “ Darry responded, “ Alright doc, i’ll try to. “ After Johnny had got out of the hospital, the guys had met up with the rest of the gang. So they could take Johnny out to eat at dairy queen. Johnny was so thankful and happy that he was with his friends once he got out. He had been through so much pain that all he needed now was his friends

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.

Every message that was sent the other person viewed it as a dagger to the heart, instead of trying to find the positive side in the situation. We decided to grow apart rather than admitting our faults and learning from them to build a better relationship for the future. For example, when we would encounter each other, we acted as if the other person was invisible. Then, there was this one time we unexpectedly ended up at my grandmother's house, and to avoid being in the living room with her. I went in the bedroom and locked the door. To end the childish like acts that we had started to use against one another. We could have added a third-party to help such as a friend or extended

Growing up in a primarily Mexican and Latino community, I never connected with my Korean heritage or adopted the Mexican culture. Between school and home, I was stuck in a clash of cultures. At school, I celebrated Cinco de Mayo and Day of the Dead and struggled to sing the Spanish lyrics that we were “expected to have learned from family”. But, that wasn’t the culture I knew at home where we celebrated Chuseok and ate kimchi with chopsticks. Even then, I felt isolated from my heritage when Korean elders rebucked me for not being “more Korean”. Rejected from my own people, I didn’t feel like I had an identity in either culture. I felt disconnected from my family, my friends, and my community.

Pulling into the parking lot was a lot more nerve racking than I thought. I could feel my body shaking from head to toe; trying to remind myself to take deep breaths. This was the first time I wasn’t playing in the game, and I had anxiety just like every spectator had for my team. Everyone, including me, was rooting for us to win, and I didn’t want to disappoint. It had to be 90 degrees that day, because I could feel the sweat dripping down my face as if I had just run a marathon. My nerves didn’t help either, because it just made me sweat even more. When I grabbed the handle to open the door, my hand almost slid off because they were so sweaty. My friend’s dad grabbed it, and opened it for me. After I walked in I was handed a yellow and black brochure that said “Seton Academy” in big bold black letters. I found my name listed inside next to all the 8th graders on my team. It was St. Agnes vs. Marsh, and it was going to be an exhilarating game. We had worked hard all season to stay undefeated, which led us to the opportunity to play in the championship that day. I walked into the gym which was about 10 degrees hotter than outside, because of the extra bodies stacked closely together, and that’s when it started.

I needed to write you this letter in order to apologize my mistakes over the last year. I recognize I have hurt you and for that I'm truly sorry. I know that you have given your all to make our marriage work and I took your love for granted. I'm responsible for not being the man and husband that I'm supposed to be and that you deserve. I can’t blame you with what you are feeling but I hope and pray you will give me a chance to rebuild your trust, love and affection for me and our marriage. There are no excuses for my mistakes and how I mistreated you. I would give anything to go back and undo it so you wouldn't have to go through the disappointment, pain and frustration. I accept that my words are empty unless they are backed

I wake up in a dark room to the sound of my dogs barking. Sweat beading on my brow (dear Gods how I miss AC) I leave the feigned safety of my bedroom to find it light out. The floor in front of my room is damp—the deep freezer in the hallway has been thawing out over the recent days since we lost power. Except it wasn’t just us that lost power, it was everyone. When it happened, Dad was frustrated—he never liked not knowing what was going on—and Mom was afraid. Without power, there are precious few days left for my dad.

I find it difficult for me to talk to you out loud, therefore I chose to write this letter. These last five years have been difficult for me, it may not seem like it to you, but it has for me. You make me feel less important and like a small child who has no right to do anything. There is no trust between us. I feel like I can’t tell you anything without being judged and yelled at. I am terrified of what you think of me. I am terrified that you think this letter is nothing more than a joke and that you won’t take me seriously, so please don’t yell at me after reading this because it makes me feel more like crap. I understand sometimes I mess up and I don’t mean too, but you also never give me the benefit of the doubt. You jump to quick conclusions

I came to Miami with big dreams and plans. My biggest dream was to study abroad. I