Personal Narrative: The Changing Dynamic

Getting a divorce and starting all over was a very scary situation to be in. I had no

Some people say money is the root of all evil. I didn’t see it that way. All I saw was a simple task and a big prize. Well, at least I thought it would be easy.

An event that profoundly changed my life was my 14-year-old brother’s suicide attempt. This tragedy brought with it intense, uncontrollable changes for my family, including strained relationships, challenged beliefs, depleted trust, and copious amounts of guilt. In addition, it took a toll on everyone’s mental health, including my own. After getting over the initial shock of almost losing my brother, I fell into a heavy depression. My perception of my brother and family felt shattered and violated, and I struggled to come to terms with how things had changed. Whenever I tried to discuss the experience, it felt uncomfortable and inappropriate, as if it should never be spoken of. As a result, I fell into an unfortunately common behavior for those in helping professions; I did not address my own needs and concerns. I felt acknowledging that I could not cope with these changes on my own would disqualify me from being a successful social worker. If I could not even help myself, I thought, how could I possibly hope to help others?

The saying goes “Change is what makes the world go round”. Well, my world would move much smoother if I got rid of a few things. Table condiments, meatloaf and roller chairs have got to go! My world would be a better place if these items didn’t exist!

Every bit of the joy that was left in my heart turned bitter each time I thought about the fact that my family not being whole anymore.

When my biological father and my mother split, a few years later my mother met someone new. I was only six months old when they met and two years old when my mom remarried. I still didn't have a feel for what was happening or why this new man came into my life. When they got married,

How many of you have something at work that you don’t like to do? Something that you knowingly avoid until you have to force yourself to complete it? I know that I have a couple things that I didn’t enjoy doing, or things that I wasn’t very good at. When I first started working here at Clickstop I was in MFG doing the packaging portion of things. I always tried to push myself to be the fastest at everything that I packed. Everything except for Old Dominion.

only time we will discuss is yours, and the only applause will go to you. Many self-help books bring in other people, but I call that baggage. If it’s not your personal baggage, then it’s too much luggage.

It was a bright and sunny day on June 3, 1995. Such a good day that I was in the mood to become something different, something that no one would expect to become, but what I had in mind wasn’t what I was hoping for. It was nice out and Brandon and I had some unfinished business we needed to take care of. We got mad at each other earlier that day, got into a big fight and ended up messing up moms’ big day. On top of that, he blamed the whole thing on me which I can never forgive him for, but I can also never forget what happened to Brandon.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, I was a Hostess at John Cutter’s Steakhouse in Las Vegas, Nevada. This had been my job for the past couple months since I had quit working at my first job. It was slow and quiet that day, the door was right next to the Hostess stand like most restaurants and all I heard was a family eating and discussing something uninteresting on the patio outside. My boyfriend got me that job; it made pretty good money for a 17-year-old. It was summer of 2015, July to be exact. Everything seemed content and I was happy at that moment, little did I know that was all going to change very soon.

Divorce never crossed my mind, recollecting the phenomenal childhood I had experienced, with extra love and pure happiness always present in my household. My perfect little world of three, my mother, father, and I was all I knew and ever longed to know. This day however, on my routine daily drive to cheer practice, I received the devastating phone call no

It was a scorching June day when I rose around 10 o’clock, like any regular teenager would do. I stumbled down the stairs into the living room where my mom would usually be when I woke up, but she was not there. I called her and she would not pick up the phone and that is when I started to get worried. Finally after about 10 minutes of waiting for my mother to call me back, she did and she told me that my grandma had had a stroke and was in the hospital. I could not believe what I was hearing. I’m not a huge emotional person, but I could feel my voice starting to crack so I quickly hung up the phone.

I have been a part of a lower-middle to middle-class family my entire life and there have been times where we couldn’t afford to get an x-ray or MRI. Most times I can recall, I was older, and knew my parents’ financial situation. I was one of those people who fought through injuries. If the games were important, or my injury wasn’t too painful, and things were tight financially, I would offer to wait a couple weeks until one or the other got their paycheck. We were and are a tight knit family. Being a former high school athlete and playing basketball my whole life, I have sustained multiple injuries, most of which have fortunately been fairly minor. Basketball players’ legs and ankles get the brute of the damage. Some held me back from doing some things I

A Lasting Impact My heart is pounding, Anxiety is taking over. The trauma won’t escape me, Even after a whole year.

Technology is mesmerizing; therefore, I have always thought about it to be so. I admire the massive development that was made by inventors during the last decade; therefore, in college, I specialized in mechanical engineer. After graduating and getting a master degree I was ready tomake a change in the world ,but every company I attempt to get work at refuse to hire me since I am too young to be working as a technician. Although my hopes of working as a technician were banished, I didn’t give up my dream of making a change in the world. I worked a half time job at a pizza restaurant to keep a roof above my head and in my free time I would spend hours and hours researching , studying and expirementing. With the passage of a lot of time, my once