Personal Narrative: My Rehab Program

I had a few relapses and thought that he was going to change and we would get back together but they were all false alarms. I continued to love him and help him and in return, he continued to hurt me and toy with my emotions. Until I was completely drained and mentally could not deal with him anymore.

I feel a sense of calmness wash over me. My thoughts are peaceful and positive. I am confident and capable. I sleep a deep, healing sleep. I wake in the morning refreshed and renewed.

“The last thing I heard where the sirens. And the last thing I saw where a kaleidoscope of blue and red. And then everything went black, every ounce of air had escaped my lungs and had reached the surface of the lake in the form of little bubbles.” I told Louis Green, possibly the most boring person on earth. I don’t think he wanted to be my therapist anymore then I wanted to be in therapy.

I not only looked forward to, but also welcomed it being a tedious program packed with lots of challenges and restrictions. I now knew that the past programs didn't fail me: I failed them. Regardless the task, I believed I had already experienced my last failure. Besides, this rehabilitation program consisted of an immense support system that reached out and provided support around the clock. I'm sure the previous programs did as well; however, I never permitted anyone within close proximity of me to provide such support. I stayed isolated most of my time there, and whenever there were group gatherings, I was present in the physical form only. That is precisely why I departed those programs equally unequipped and unenlightened about

Surviving abuse had taught me how to live without choices. I had become accustom to doing what I was told. I was used to not having any options and to doing what simply had to be done. Even after I had left that relationship, I still felt as though there were no options. My counselor gave me back the power of choice. She helped me to look at the decisions that I made every day and to find the choices. Those small choices led to bigger choices. She helped me to see that I had choices, and then she believed in me as I made my own decisions. She believed in me until I believed in

“How can I be good again? I just lost my wife and son in a car accident. There's nothing in life that can cheer me up. I have become an alcoholic who is now jobless.” I said. My Therapist, Dr. Newman, told me “Trust me, Mr. Smith. Only time can heal your wounds if you allow it to. Well, that's the end of the session, and I want to recall the accident that occurred so we can talk about it tomorrow.”

Has your world ever been flipped upside down overnight? Well, mine has when my Uncle had a bad stroke that causes him to lose the left side of his brain. This event changed my life forever it was like I was blind to being able to see for the very first time. Those horrible days truly made me rethink my life, and it taught me how precious life is and how quickly life can be taken away. The biggest thing that came out of this was the improvement in my work ethic, giving it my all 100% of the time, and not procrastinating on anything in my life. Having my world flipped upside was probably the greatest thing that could have happened and here's why.

Overall I managed to gain a lot from Rehabs story. The more profound topic that really stick out to me was the fact that no matter how sinful ones past was the Lord can still work wondrous things through you. That alone blows my mind beyond measure. This just goes to show you how immense and grand is the love that our father has for us.

When I was first awoken before 8:00 a.m on a Monday morning in July, it is not hard to imagine how unamused I was. My mom had signed me up to volunteer for two weeks at the Munroe Meyer Institute at the University of Nebraska Medical Center. Their summer camp for kids with special needs ages three and a half through twenty-one had become my home for the next week. This camp provides an summer camp experience for kids who would not otherwise have one. The campers are divided into groups with staff and volunteers as well. A volunteer at Camp Monroe has a new buddy every day they help their buddy with tasks, offer encouragement, and give simple direction when needed. The activities for the campers include: swimming, cooking, sports, creative

Tonya, my sister, was the first to join band in school, making me feel expected to join in sixth grade. I played the clarinet all the way through eighth grade until freshman year ;unfortunately, I struggled through the beginning and made the decision to quit. Rejoining has given my some of the best memories of my

Today was quite interesting and a learning experience for me.First, my group members and I was informed about what we would be doing today for clinical, which was interviewing patients on one and one base about their health history. My preceptor then told me I would be interviewing an alcoholic patient, the thought of nervousness started to kick in my head since I know alcohol is a very sensitive topic and the patient may not want to go in-depth or give out too much information about their lifestyle, so I was wondering how I should go about with the interview if the patient is like that.

Today, I started early because he called me a day before saying if i can come and help him and i did. We took down transmission from a ford truck, and it was a manual too and we fixed the clutch system because the old one was pretty wasted and it wasn't working right. Then we went to a near by Auto Zone store to buy the new one and we came back we installed the new one and put everything back in its place. later on when everything was good we took it for a test drive and it worked perfectly fine. after we had finished with that truck, there was a Nissan truck that need to be check and we found out that there was a problem with the intake system. it had some carbon within it and we cleaned it and replace some little parts. we finish that truck

At twenty-two years old my younger-self had previously pictured me in an entirely different place. I never imagined living in Texas, I’m originally from Chicago, and that’s where I thought I would reside. I thought I’d be graduated from college already, but fate had a different plan. And never in a million years did I think I would become a drug addict; but I am, and you know what? It’s been the best thing that has ever happened to me, it’s something I’m truly thankful for now. See, all the things listed above may seem like negative things if you look at them from an outside perspective; however to me, they’ve changed me in ways I never thought possible just six months ago. Multiple circumstances have led me to this point, but a few stick

My interest in the program was getting on board because of the 24 month program, and I can manage working online better then majority of the time. I can still work full time and maintain the online courses. I will manage being enrolled by, checking the college portal every day, do all my online work and maintain a high GPA .

My personal goals are centered on healing. In this world of decreasing resources and increasing and ever diverse populations, there are unmet needs, confusions, and misunderstandings—the very stuff of conflicts and wars. It has been my experience and observation that what the world (and especially me) needs most is a transformation that involves healing, which I believe can lead to a greater measure of peace. That is to say, I have come from a heritage that is troubled with addictions and the abuse and generational cycles of violence that so often accompany addictions. However, I am a survivor, and I continually strive to go forward healing from this past. In time, I came to acknowledge my need for skills in conflict transformation and peace