Personal Narrative: My Identity

I left everything behind and refused to go back. I left the one thing I wanted the most, but found the one thing I needed, freedom. My dark cloud of regret was behind me as I entered my salvation, Amsterdam. I entered the gates of Amsterdam and saw a multitude of smiling faces and entered the light. I had no recollection of how I got there, but I knew he wasn’t here I could feel it. I was finally free and I walked through the golden gates knowing I could start over.

Personal Identity is something I have never sat down and specifically thought about. Lucky for me, I have seldom had an instance where I was disadvantaged because of my identity. I assume that everyone has parts of themselves that they dislike-it is human nature, but we are who we are and I believe that everyone needs to be proud of that. The person I identify with is diverse from anyone else but that what makes humans so incredible. The person I classify with is someone who I am satisfied with in both my personal and professional self.

Identity is a very in depth topic that explores someone’s inner self, simply putting it; identity is what makes you the way that you are. I have honestly never pondered this question in such depth. So receiving this essay, it was bittersweet, I have never pondered this question before, but on the other hand, being the age that I am it is important to understand my identity so this is a good opportunity to do so. While pondering this question, I have found that my identity consists of different elements that contribute to who I am. These elements include my religion, my character traits, talents, environment, and my aspirations and my passions. These elements influence the choices I make that strengthen and broaden my identity.

What is identity? The definition as a person’s own sense of whom they are, which their past define them. Identity is very important in our society, no matter your social status. I can attach identity to belonging to something or place. As human race, we feel the need to belong to a group or place. Because belonging to a group or place, give us the sense of identity.

I am a lot more than my caramel skin, big brown eyes, black hair, wide smile and bushy brows. I was born to a mom who is African American and Vietnamese and a dad who is African American and Portuguese. While I was born in California, I have lived the greater portion of my life in Saudi Arabia. I am more international than American. My friends come from numerous countries and speak various languages. I have been fortunate enough to see many parts of the world. I know that my experiences and exposure to people who are different from me has made me more interesting.

Investigating your identity, “who you are” is all a journey we go through as we grow up, especially when going through puberty. Which is similar to when Aboriginals participate in a vision quest as they try to figure out who they are and what life has for them in the future. Growing up you don’t understand the concept of “who you are” until you start going into puberty because you pay more attention to everything around you. As you grow up, your parents start to tell you stories about your heritage, learning about all our traditions. Having my parents come to Canada from Iraq, taught me how to speak another language and the traditions they participated in, generation after generation, showing me what makes my family Iraqi. You start to pay

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Identity is what I believe the thing that makes up all human beings. Everybody has an identity, some just aren't as brisk to comprehend what it is or what it means. Identity is generally what someone's traits make up and in my case, I believe I am benevolent, venturesome, and optimistic. Some of the qualities I consider myself to have are not what I would have considered myself to be last year. I believe life lessons that someone undergoes can change their identity and the way they come off drastically.

How many different “hats” do we each wear on a daily bases. From our careers, to our family and friends we all have different identities that we claim and live out day to day. These identities help us define who we are. “When we identify ourselves, we draw on a host of different characteristics associated with various social groups to which we belong” (King 2012, pg. 429). My ornament is explaining the social identity through a snow-women and her many hats.

The memories in my life constructed me into who I am today. From a young age all my experiences have been merging together to form my strong and unique identity that I take pride in. In my eyes I see my identity and myself as a strong willed and a motivated individual that will stop at nothing to succeed. From what I can interpret my identity revolves around my faith and by the challenges I faced growing up and how I defeated them. Starting with a divorced family, then living with my struggling single mother and my older drug addict brother was a real conflict. Although, my identity wouldn’t be the same without that conflict. In that time period I found my passion that allowed me to stay strong and find myself in the pain which ultimately showed

On paper, my life may appear to be an average, uneventful life with no real experiences to shape who I am as a person. However, I can firmly say that while I may still be young, high school has taught me many life lessons and helped form me to be who I am today. High school has been a series of highs and lows, with many successes and some failures. Before I reached high school, failure was a foreign concept to me, I had never truly experienced what it meant to not succeed at something in the first attempt. This was a hard lesson for me to learn and accept, but I can now see late in my senior year that these failures helped me grow into who I am today. Along with the growth brought on by failure, I also began to treasure my successes more, and feel a sense of accomplishment in my achievements.

“Sweetheart I have always been identified for being a mother, sister, and a daughter, but never as me. In the midst of managing family, I was never able to build my own identity,” said my grandma who got married right after high school.

In this essay, I will be talking about some of my characteristics and answering the question of who am I?

I like to think that my journey to finding my identity has been a complicated one. As in my case identity was something no one really focused on finding but at the age of fourteen my complicated identity would come to accept a new part of it, Cancer. But it is not what I identify myself as, it makes up my identity but I don’t let that define it.

My identities are complicated and hard to explain so the best way I can do at this point is do kind of a free form of the two and then explain them the best way I possibly can. My first identity would be the blue collar professional one (Mr. Coverdale). he is well-spoken, poised, well-mannered, and knowledgeable. The second identity (Henry). He would be the short tempered, disrespectful, and just do not care about anyone or anything but himself and takes no bull from anyone. They get along more than they disagree with each other helping each other out in a way that things get done in the right way, but they do bump head from time to time. The situation in which that happens has to be the most challenging and conflicting. sometimes one is entirely