Personal Narrative: You Re Addiction

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

Overcoming an addiction is hard and something that i struggle with. I was 13 when I had my first drink of alcohol. From the first moment i had a drink i never stopped. At first i only drank sometimes and as time went on and as i got older the drinking become a more common thing in my life. I joined the church two days before i turned 18 and i had stopped drinking for my baptism, but shortly after i had started drinking again. It wasn't until i met to sister missionaries met with me and took me to the Addiction recovery program that the church offers. I haven't had a drink since then and that was three and a half years ago! It hasn't always been easy, but i will never drink again. My father has been an alcoholic for 35 years and after seeing

The following week was our next game and we were extremely ready. We practiced everyday as hard as we could because we knew how close we were to the championship I could almost feel it. The team we were playing was the saints and they seemed as ready has us, but we knew we were going to come out on top. In the first five inning both teams didn't score or get any hits. It wasn't until the the seventh inning when until any one got a hit. It was a little blooper over the second baseman's head for a single that's when we got fired up. The next at bat a double down the third base side was hit. Now there was runners on third and second with no outs, this was our chance to take the lead. The next batter up popped up the first pitch to the catcher

After I told rowdy that “I'm sick of indian guys who treat white women like bowling trophies”.Get a life.I kinda felt bad for what I said but then again i didn't because he was a trader and i felt as if he left me for white pride.maybe I was just racist and couldn't accept that my best friend was going to do great things is his life now that he had a chance.later that day i decided to email Junior back and kinda talk to him about women.”Hey asshole , i didn't mean to insult you..but dude really what do you really like about her and how did you attract her.junior replied and said.

“But you don’t look sick!”-- Wow, thanks, am I supposed to take that as a compliment: that my chronic illness hasn’t yet affected my appearance? There is no real way to look like you have a chronic illness. Maybe when I’m in my back brace it’s more noticeable, or when I’m forced into my various other braces and supportive wraps it’s apparent that my body is in a constant war with itself. Newsflash: I am sick. I was sick when I was born, I am sick right now, and I will be sick when I die. I am, forever and always, sick.

Thoughts racing though my head of every excuse in the book of what I was going to tell my boss. Should I say I had an appointment or that my dog got sick? Or should I even go out on a limb and tell him I am sick? Or maybe I should tell him the truth which is always the best option. It was my second day on the job and was already panicking about being late. My jeep had broke down and the battery wouldn’t start.

When I met a friend in my junior year of high school, I discovered a curiosity and passion for learning that I never saw in myself before. You see, my friend has chronic illnesses, and her daily life was full of pain, emotions, and falling! I couldn't help but ask about her lifestyle and conditions, and she wholeheartedly told me about how she had grown up losing her athleticism and strength and struggled to get diagnoses for her many conditions such as gastroparesis, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, and postural orthostatic tachychardia syndrome, shortened as POTS. These conditions all make her life extremely difficult; She had difficulty digesting food, as her stomach was partially paralyzed, she constantly dislocated joints and damaged nerves, causing her to become prone to falling, and she had trouble walking for even short periods of time without passing out. Learning about her conditions made me wonder - how could she possibly enjoy life with all of her hardships and unanswered questions? She then told me about her journey of getting answers. As a relatively young patient, it was difficult to find doctors who were both knowledgeable about her illnesses and willing to believe that she actually suffered from so many. She grumbled about rude doctors, and happily raved about the kind and patient ones! Seeing how health professionals had affected her life depending on their willingness to learn inspired me to also pursue a career in health, which brings

Addictions cover a wide range of variety whether it be a dependency for drugs or a harmful habit of drinking nail polish. While my addiction is not life threatening, it is still an addiction. Reading controls me; it has always played a role in my life and I do not wish to get rid of this addiction. Going to my school library as well as the public library near my house became a routine. I would check out a gigantic stack of books read all of them in a week's worth of time and then beg my mom to take me back to get more. In middle school we had ipads that we were able to use in class and to my advantage each of our ipads included the kindle reading app. Using the app, I would download as many as the free books as I could and then read them during class whenever I could. Most of the free books available through amazon included cliche romance novels which did not bother me because as long as I was reading my addiction would be satisfied.

Several health issues applied to me personally. I am an ex-smoker and have done my share of drinking in the past. Both, I happy to say are no longer an issue. When I was a smoker, I was one of the 23-43% of women that quit when I became pregnant. (Helgeson)I also resumed about 6 months after my daughter was born. Quitting after that was much harder, but I eventually succeeded with hypnotism. I have been smoke free for 15 years now.

I have been lifting for 17 years , cycled on and off for about 11 years, I have hit 250+ lbs with under 11 % body fat. The issue with that is regardless of how lean I get , my face looks fat.  So a few years back I decided that getting around 210 lbs and under 10 % bf was my goal. I adjusted how I lifted , what compounds I used, and many other things. I  realized I am just naturally able to get huge, and decently powerful, but my body ( wear and tear ) would prefer a smaller me . Now I am fighting my genetics with everything I have, and after a few years I am now realizing how hard that really is. To some it is nearly impossible.

Some see me as a weirdo, wimp, druggie, dumb person and even cool. No one thinks the same

My hair was coated in pink hair coloring and my cheeks were streaked in the same shade. If it wasn’t for the crowd of all the other girls looking the exact same way I could have passed myself off as some little girl getting ready for her favorite sports team’s game. Instead I was surrounded by runners not famous athletes but elementry school girls all ready to run a five Kilometer run that hot and humid day. The line of runners and their guardians were talking back in forth groaning and moaning about the long wait for the start we all waited for the gun to go off and for the run to begin “Crack” the gun went and the first runners took off those in the back were stuck at a turtle's pace trying to get away from the clusters of people around them.

I woke up laying down, blindfolded by what I assume to be a black piece of fabric. It smelt similar to a shirt that was marinating in sweat for quite some time. When I tried to move my hands to remove the old piece of fabric off of my face, they were stopped by rope that held my hands close together. I tried to keep clam but, it was tremendously difficult, my entire body was shaking so bad that it resemble a category seven earthquake, and my hands were as sweaty as a whore in a church. I cried for help, my voice high pitched and squeaky, but it felt as if no one had a voice and the world had gone deaf because of the dead silence I received afterwards.

I had several addictions over the years. Many of them, I wasn’t aware or was in denial for a long time before I realized it was really an addiction or a problem to me. I didn’t really want to admit to myself for the main reason that it was a pleasure to me in the beginning and slowly began to become a nuisance, as I became of age. I slowly got rid of each

This paper will chronicle my eight week journey as I gave up all carbonated beverages. I will be discussing how I arrived at this decision and what were some of my thoughts/feelings during this process. This experience has taught me to look at addiction from a different point of view.