Personal Narrative Summary

Helen has reported that she has mood swing and that she has suicidal ideation as well having feeling uncontrollable over her own body. She denies and audio or visual hallucinations. Helen is showing signs of bipolar disorder DSM 296.62.

Additional, the client has met a Major Depressive Episode, which includes him currently meeting the three criteria; A, B, and C. Criteria A suggest that the client meet five symptoms during a two week time period. The client’s symptoms are as follows: depressed mood most of the day nearly every day as indicated by observation of his wife, marked diminished interest in activities most of the day, nearly every day indicated by observation of him not going to work in the past two weeks, psychomotor retardation nearly every day the last two weeks observed by his wife due to him not leaving the bed, diminished ability to think noticed by others when suggesting courses of action as to what may be helpful to him, and lastly, recurrent suicidal thoughts of death demonstrated by his irrational inquiries about an un-diagnosable disease of him dying soon. Criteria B reads that the client’s symptoms have to put significant distress or impairment in life areas of function, which the client does meet due to him not being able to currently leave his home/bed. Finally, criteria C is met because the client has to history of substance abuse or another medical condition that indicates attributable physiological effects. Although, the narrative suggests that there is history of Major Depressive Disorder, those particular episodes, I believe are not clinically attached to this particular manic episode, where he is now saying, “My skin is coming off in

Client has only been taking the medication for a few days and primary care provider referred client to counselor. Client did not report any other medical issues that she might be experiencing at this time. Client participated in the session by answering questions that were asked. The client was oriented and alert. Client appeared to be appropriately dressed and groomed. Client spoke in a low sad tone and cried frequently throughout the session. Client spoke with a normal rate of speech. Client appeared to have an average I.Q and could recall memories from her past easily. The client was in a sad and depressive mood as evidenced by crying and lowering her head. The client had thoughts of not wanting to be here and feeling zoned out. The client consistently blamed herself for her husband leaving and repeatedly stated that she was not a good

At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.

One of two. That's how I feel everyday of my life. I'm a twin and that means I will never be complete without my other half. When I was younger, I learned that having a twin does not keep me from things. It's getting to have a person in my life that I don't need to hide from, other than in hide and seek. When I was little, my brother probably hated me as much as I hated him. But we were together all the time. We went to school together, we were in the same class almost all the time. Sometimes, we had the same friends even. We shared birthday parties, cakes, presents, money. Basically the same things we still share now. But between us, we shared secrets. Little things that we thought were so cool. When my grandma gave us money, we split it and made sure not to tell our parents. I went and bought

Every student is excited when school starts. New classes, new backpacks, new clothes, and seeing all your friends is a part of this excitement. The first few weeks are new; no homework, plenty of free time, etc. But after two or three months, school isn’t cool anymore. The homework piles up, the tests are being printed, but how much stress can you take before it’s too much?

I caused Greg to break his hand without any remorse at the time. Greg was a high school acquaintance who tended to bully me. He was significantly taller, stronger and more athletic; therefore physically bullying me wasn’t much effort for him. When I heard he was coming to work at the warehouse, I wasn’t particularly happy about it. The warehouse contained boxes from multiple suppliers. Some were really thick and some were really thin. They all contained books, though some were heavy text books while others were light weight paper backs. All workers with experience knew which boxes were heavy, which had thick soft cardboard as a box, and which were encased in thin cardboard. I waited until Greg stopped by with his working partner for

I was not an intentionally bigoted twelve-year-old. I was raised in an affluent suburban community where the vast majority of people are white. The 100% white private nursery school which I attended was chosen by my parents largely due to its proximity to our home. My public elementary school was about 70% white as it was populated with students who resided nearby. Finally, the private middle school which I attended, located almost an hour from my home, provided me with exposure to the most diverse student body of my youth as it was comprised of about 65% Caucasian children. What each of these formative academic experiences shared in common was both that their student bodies were disproportionately Caucasian, as well as that their senior administrators

The patient is a 33 year old female who presented to the ED with acute psychosis. Before the assessment the patient paranoia escalated, however she was stabilized and has been since. At the time of the assessment she appear to be calm, however answers minimal questions. Mrs. Luvianos Bringas was brought in by her family 12/10/16 for presecutory delusions, visual hallucinations, and unspecified delusions. Mrs .Luvianos answers a few questions by shacking her head. She current denies suicidal ideation, homicidal ideation, and symptoms of psychosis. Per documentation she believes her husband is trying to kill her. She states in MCM documentation they were trying to kill her because they were wearing different colors, red, black, and pink. She

If you were to ask me why I love running the hurdles you would probably expect to hear this long story about this life changing event that happened to me which made me love running, but that’s not the case. In high school I was on the shuttle hurdle team, I wasn’t the best nor the worst, but I was the most motivated. Everyday I went to practice and pushed myself to the point were my coach would make me stop. I wasn’t motivated to be the best nor to win every race. I was motivated by the thought of going to state or even winning state.

It was a normal chilly sunday on September 13th, 2015. My dad was in the garage with some of his friends watching the football game. It was the Dallas Cowboys vs. the New York Giants. My dad and his friends were making hot dogs and burgers on the grill but I don’t like those so I asked my dad if I could go to the store and get the ingredients to make taco dip. He handed me $20 and I headed off to the store with one of my dad’s friend’s son. The store was at the end of my street so it wasn’t a far walk.

The morning sun is peering through the small window in the corner of my room, hitting me right in the face; of all places in my room it hits on my pillow, my head, and my eyes. It’s another summer day like the rest nothing to do and at the age where I haven’t got my license yet. I get up from bed with the same chip on my shoulder that I went to bed with last night because my mom wouldn’t rent me a movie from the TV. To most people it seems dumb to get mad at but I was young and went to a school where every kid had money and everything they wanted, plus it didn’t help that I didn’t have a video game console. I was bored and I just wanted to see this new movie that I didn’t get to see in theaters cause my mother said we needed to be, “smart with

I woke up as usual a couple of years ago on September 20, I rubbed my tired eyes with my hands curled into fists. Uncovering my head from the large blanket I had, I was blinded by the brilliant light that hung above my head. A few moments later, after my eyes had adjusted, and my temporary blindness left me, I stumbled out of my bed and tripped to my closet, still dazed from just having woken up. Once I was ready I dazedly walked down the stairs, hanging onto the wooden rail tightly so I wouldn’t fall, though I almost fell more than a few times. My grandmother was sitting in her grey rocking chair, watching The walking dead, she heard me trip off the last step coming down the stairs and turned her head slightly to face me. She started to say

October 16th, 2013: As the lights glistened through the faint darkness that was beginning to spread all around us, a cool breeze flowed through the metal bars and splashed against my sweaty face. I was sprinting, running faster than I ever had before. Clusters of bodies surrounded me as a tried to maneuver my way through the world's hardest obstacle course as I settled down to make a final leap of faith. I was fourteen years old, and at this moment I didn’t know that what was about to happen would alter my life forever.

In the middle of August, during my transition from sophomore year to junior year, I started working with my grandfather with his investment business. My grandfather lacked most computer literacy, so I was mainly there to print out reports for his three person company. Working for my grandfather would later set me up with the opportunity to take my first step towards adulthood.