Personal Narrative-Suffering

I did the Butterfly pose also known as the Baddha Konasana. This pose was a unique one because my legs felt more flexible. As I practiced the pose for three consecutive days, I felt intense pain. I usually do not stretch my legs often, and I was stretching past my limits. Although the pose felt uncomfortable, I felt more comfortable as I kept practicing the pose. The pose was not easy, but it was both fun and difficult. I learned that I can go the extra mile when I need to do a difficult pose. During the pose, I felt that it was easy to stay connected to my breath as I inhaled and exhaled. At the beginning of the pose, my mind wandered, but slowly I began to calm down and relax. I became more serene and I focused solely on

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.

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

that we're conditioned to not ask questions and have been marginalized into this as our only source of news .

Please, oh please let the words come. I sit, and stare, and type, and I backspace. No one will like it. My work is crap. Crap, crap, crap. I crumple my paper watch it fall. The clock taunts with its ticking reminding me of all I want to forget. It creates a beat; a song. Poetic chords and dismal notes ring in my ears. But no, this is thought I should avoid. I am great- better than great. People will love this. Oh please, please, please let them love this. Will my legacy amount to nothing more than abysmal hope? This is the last time I think of it. Oh please don’t let me think of it. The blank page stares at me and I begin to write. One word, then another, then another, and another. You will never know what comes out onto the page until it is

The year is 2019. The humans, as they are called, have recognized our existence for over 2 years now. Leader #70 has reached Earth and betrayed his home planet once again. He has captured a land known as America. Now that he has advanced weapons, he’s coming for revenge. Last time, he lost the battle to himself. Unfortunately, he’s more powerful than ever now. We never learned from our past mistakes and that is why tons of soldiers are suffering. I signed up for this. I shouldn’t be suffering. Yet I’m still getting this feeling of regret.

“At the core of recovery is self-awareness” (2014, van der Kolk, p. 210). Events during this packet provided me the opportunity to explore further in my yoga practice. I revisited the “Healing from Trauma” section of van der Kolk’s The Body Keeps the Score, and peeked into the insights of B. K. S. Iyengar. As I explored my emotions and self-awareness through yoga postures, each movement and thought opened a door to the proactive exploration of my inner world. My practice of yoga brought me into a deeper awareness of my body and emotions, guided me through mindfulness and being present in the moment, and assisted me in coping with incredibly difficult situations and my own reactions.

My limps become useless as I drop to the ground, my eye rolling back. My body makes a loud thump against the door. Pain overwhelms my mind.

I am sore. I ache with every fiber of my being. I have been in this position for years. I have lost count of how many years, actually. My stance was easy at first, but is now weighing on me. I am supposed to be leaning on a column, my arms outstretched, but my arms have been lost to time, and now my feet bear my weight.

Today, we're gonna be talking about posture, specifically in children, but also in adults. When you lose your core because you haven't got any fitness, and you have haven't been exercising, you can slouch, you can walk improperly, you can hurt your hips and your back. Today, I'm gonna be using my book, Nurses on Our Own, for nurse Sally to walk with this on her head like we used to to keep from slouching. Our mother's always told us to sit up straight, and if you don't have your shoulders up straight when you use the computer or when you're bent over, or you bend your head over, it's like 30 pounds of weight on your head and on your spine. So it could be a terrible problem. Now you can use balancing, you can use trampolines, you can use all

Poor Posture: Years of poor posture eventually catches up with many individuals. Whether you slouch on the couch or hunch over your

We arrived at the second level of hell and the introduction to this place is not pleasant at all. This is a clustered place where the people are all suffering crushed by giant piles of material over their body. I could hear their groans and moans as they feel the burden over them. There is also a bad stench of garbage and other rotten things. Paul says “This section is where the greedy spenders are placed.” I talked with a drug lord from the Fast Five Hernan Reyes and he told me about the different people here. He said some of the others like him were Carter Verone and Arturo Braga. All three of them were once in their life big Drug Lords and possessed a lot of money. He said, “During my early life I was very greedy and I once spent some money

Life as we know it is changing. Newer technology, newer medication, newer problems. It may not seem so bad, I mean, at least there aren’t people abusing those things. Oh wait, there are. Nowadays, more and more people are switching to prescription drugs over heroin, marijuana, cocaine, etc. So is this really a problem? You bet it is. But what is this new abuse called, and how can we avoid/lessen the many people it affects?

Im done im done with the abuse the lies te torture you have inflicted on my body i want to be free. I want top be a little girl again and do little girl things curse this generation and the cruel world we live in. no dont touch! I was just 13 just 13 when you texted me that morning tellin me how beautiful i was and how much you would love a gal like me. I though you wa sdiffrenet i thought you loved me i though you said age was nothing but a number. I heard you last night tell all your friend sabout how stuipid i was how young i was and how easy you can use me. I still cry you know late at night in the showwer thinking about the time you told me if i was really i a rider ill “spend some time” with our land lord for the rent. He hurt me and

A dull ache winds its way slowly up my legs. I feel every molecule of my body. I am nothing but body - body and bike. Legs grinding, hands clenching, shoulders tightening and hunched. I downshift again. And again. And…