Personal Narrative: The Last Day Of Therapy

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.

Did you plan thoroughly? The interaction was unplanned as the patient sharing their feelings was spontaneous.

I've been clean from self harm for quite a few months now and I'm not sure how I feel anymore

The Office always smelled stale, like mothballs and dust. The Thick curtains did not allow much natural light into the cramped waiting area. My mother and I sat and waited until I got called. I'd promptly walk into the little room and sit in the large yet uncomfortable chairs across from the therapist. Her deceivingly sharp eyes peered at me over her grimy glasses. Then I was

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

My optimistic assumption is you had a deep unbroken sleep which upon waking up afforded you a reinvigoration of body, mind, and spirit. With the onset of Flu season possibly the opportunity for vaccination has not availed itself to you, I hope the you woke up feeling brisk without stiffnesses or aches. Today is my scheduled physical therapy, and I hope my leg continues to show signs of improvement providing me with a psychological boost. The weather forecast in and around the Alexandria, Va. calls for a high temperature of 74 degrees a current temperature of 64 degrees humidity to range from 86% to 54% at two (2:00) o'clock

Today was the second day of my 6-week placement at Ward 3A-Logan Hospital, I have originally been paired with a demand casual pool RN, however, the said RN is not confident enough to handle me as her student nurse at the time. After the scrum at 7am, and the handover on the 4-bed bay + sides, I politely ask her if I could take one patient as it was one of the instructions of my CF during the orientation on day 1, but I was answered with “I’m not really familiar with the area and I’m from the demand casual pool...” Having sighted my CF at the corridors, I excused myself from the RN and discussed the matter to my CF, and she allowed me to be buddied with a very good EN, informing me that “she is an EN” before letting me to the bay and introducing me to my new buddy EN.

“How did you sleep last night?” Mr. Edwards questioned. I thought about what to say before I said anything.

I have not been keeping up with the time between journal entries. I have a lot on my plate and right now and quite frankly don’t have time for something as tedious as that. Lexie found her real parents, her father is dead and her mother is a convicted murdered who tried to kill her. Lexie thinks she’s a monster now, because her biological mother was a murder and was insane, she now thinks she is insane. If she’s insane what does that make me? My father tried to convince us we needed to go into the ground for fifteen years for no apparent reason, he has to be insane so does that make me insane? I really hope not. Mom has suggested that Lexie, Eddy, Tony, and I go visit our old house in Seattle for

I had just turned sixteen, the year of driver license, college campus tours, and the peak of teenage angst, when my school's guidance counselor requested for my mom and dad to be brought in for what she described as a “heart to heart” confrontation.

Throughout my clinical experiences I have encountered a large variety of school cultures and environments. I've been lucky enough to work with both public and charter schools and have first-hand experience with grades one through four. While I have taught and observed all of the typical subjects including math science, reading, and social studies, I have also worked in the schools to educate students in theater as well as health and physical education. From all of these experiences I learned that my greatest passion is in working with young students, grades K-2, in underprivileged schools.

The door is locked. There’s no way to get inside. Every night at precisely 2:36 a.m. I hear noises coming from that door. No one else hears them but me.

Therapist Dan: “How are you feeling today? Have you thought about what we discussed last week?”

My last clinical experience was at Oakland Grove in Woonsocket, RI and others offsites. I reported to clinicals on mondays, tuesdays, and thursdays; from 7am to 4pm. I was not always on time, however I can say that I reported to these sites well groomed and prepared. Fortunately, I did not get sick and did not have miss a clinical day.