Personal Narrative: What's The Cause?

Like she was finally soaking up some much needed vitamin D; feeling not quite euphoric but close. She had uncovered a way back, out of her “unto everything there is a season” winter of grief. She discovered as she became me, that when someone touches your life they never truly leave you. I will carry them with me, and even though they are just gone for a little while, I’m sure that I’ll see them again, and this time I’ll have new adventures to tell. Explorations like finding my own beauty in the depressive

I never really realized how i couldn't be anymore different from  Rob from “The Tiger Rising’’ always thought my life wasn't very normal at all but the  I saw my life through a different perspective and that changed it all I thought it was bad that my parents are divorced but Robs mom is dead and he can't see her anymore but I could always see  both my family members even though they didn't live together and at least I'm not bullied or hurt at school.

Here I am sitting on this bus. Things look different and I’m not quite sure I like it. I can’t see anybody; where did they go? You wouldn’t think that three years could really make that much of a difference in the way people live. Nobody wrote me the entire time I was locked up which kinda hurt me inside but I couldn’t do anything about it. I knew that my family wasn’t much of a family to write. But, it would’ve helped to see my family at least try to write me and try to contact me or see how I was doing.

They'd tell you about the times she cried herself to sleep thinking of the boy she loved, the three weeks she'd spent with her self locked in and the world shut out. They would tell you about her change, how she went from that happy, chubby, brown eyed little

Alyssa Albert. The girl who had no parents that loved her enough to stay. The one with a makeshift home which groaned and creaked with every step, with walls of empty picture frames that had inches of dust coating it. The one with friends who gossiped and spread rumours about me.My life is a mess. I have no rays of sunshine in my life, no more contagious laughter and smiles everywhere I go and simply have no more cloud nine in my empty sky.

I pull my knees closer, trying to shut out the cold, although even as I do so, I recognize the futility of the gesture. I can’t preserve heat like this, trapped in a metal husk with nothing but the clothes on my back. The unyielding sheet of steel that’s been keeping me upright for what seems to be centuries was not meant for man—merely machine.

Sadly, once the Christmas tree had been put away and the New Year's Eve confetti had been swept up, I could find no excuse not to tackle my most pressing post-holiday need - losing some weight. Most adults put on at least a little weight over the holidays, and crowded fitness center parking lots every January attest to the fact that a good many want to then shed that weight, at least until New Year's resolutions are forgotten. I decided to see if I could combine my weight-loss goals with my interest in technology. I found a free app for my Android phone called Lose it!, and suddenly the dreary chore of losing weight became a bit more interesting. Lose it! is available for both Android phones and the iPhone. The app works well on my Droid

could say was, “Last night a friend of my was touched in a bad way by her dad and I don't know what to tell her, I don't know how to help her. She thinks no one will believe her and she doesn’t know who to tell.” Well to start it off he said he recommended that she went to CPS immediately and if she didn’t do that she needed to go to her mother. I started tearing up again and said her mother won’t believe her and he came up and started to wrap me in a hug and I jumped back as far as I could. “That just proved my suspicions, it wasn’t a friend now was it?” he asked me and I shook my head no and started sobbing. He slowly got up and locked the door, “I don’t know what to do, they were finally happy” I sobbed over and over. “You have to tell

“Why let them think that their words hurt me?”, just kept repeating in my head and I drank the water and put the pills back where I found them. So whenever I have a really good day I always tell myself that I’m glad I didn’t take those pills that day all those years ago because I wouldn’t have been able to be in that moment I just had I would have been in the ground. Even writing this now makes me feel like I’m setting a part of my personality free for the world to see and that’s honestly a little scary. Even though all this happened and more through High school I’m now in a happy place to where I can finally say that nothing can bother me anymore. All of those things that happened to me that made me who I am today has turned me into someone that can face anything

My life wasn’t filled with joy. Instead of sunshine and rainbows, all I could see and feel was rain and sorrow. I’ve been put through hell, and sent back up to heaven. I’ve been humiliated. I’ve made a fool out of myself. I’ve been bullied. I’ve become the bully. I’ve been an addict. I’ve gone to jail. I’ve done horrible things. I regret every single one of them. But, what’s done can’t be undone right? There’s nothing I can do to take it all back.

After I submitted the last journal, I feel very motivated and I was extremely ready for a more progressive approach towards reducing my risk factor. Surprisingly, I went to a birthday party on Sunday, March 19 at 5 pm. I did not do well at the party because I ate two slices of cake, fried chicken, and cookies as well. I did not count my calories neither did I reduce the amount of sugar consumed. As a result, I felt horrible after leaving the party, and I could not believe that I consumed a large amount macronutrients. Moreover, I need the discipline to maintain a healthy body and to reduce my risk factor. The following Monday to Thursday after the party, I ate a large salad, and an apple every day. I drink plenty of water to hydrate my body

The weekend was going to create a new, more ambitious, start in my life. I didn’t want to hide anymore, but I didn't want to be someone who was an attention seeker. Learning how to let my voice be heard without judgment was one of the greatest feelings. Even though I became more outgoing, spontaneous, and learned how to live life to the fullest, I realized I was still lacking one thing. Strength. Putting on a fake smile is effortless, but once the door is closed, you start to see true colors; and that’s exactly what had happened to me towards the middle of my junior year. I stayed strong throughout school and around my peers, but once I made it home, I would start questioning every aspect, every action of life. It seemed like if something went wrong, it happened all at once, leaving me with this huge mess called life. This world we live in is a beautiful insanity, and learning how to live it to the fullest is something that we will never figure out; you will always have the ‘gray’

Having to act strong act normal was the hardest part , and the special girl name calling was all hard to put in the back of my mind and act like the tears was not there. I slowly walking in a field on the way home remembering all after school something that I had to do so I do not go insane from “ acting normal all day”. I slowly approached the hill that I go up

Sitting in my desk chair was the girl that would soon be my best friend for the next year and a half, Savannah. Little did I know, I would go down a dark path. Every weekend I would party with her. I loved life. My sense of responsibility and doing what was best for me diminished. I had grown to love the partying lifestyle and never wanted the party to stop.

I will never forget the day I discovered that I was leaving my life behind. New house, new school, new friends; it all seemed unreal. The place I grew up with all my friends was about to disappear, soon only to be a memory. I didn’t even get to say goodbye, was the only thought that travelled through my head. I left all my best friends behind with no notice. The final summer I spent in my house was one of the toughest summers of my life. All I wanted was to pause my life and go back to when life wasn’t hectic all the time. As much as I wanted to go back I couldn’t. Little did I know what the future held and how much my new life would later change me.