The Door To A Therapist-Personal Narrative

Then, I heard footsteps getting louder and louder, so quickly hid in the closet. I could hear my heart beating faster and faster as the person kept getting closer. About an hour later, I saw a shadow of a strangely shaped person leaving the room and locking the door. I was relieved and scared at the same time, I didn't know how to get out. So, I first tried to escape out of the black and blue colored window. It was very hard to open,

Getting into the specialty center would mean a lot to me. I love art and want to learn more about how I could improve to become better and better. I have always wanted to become a famous artist or just any regular art teacher when I grow older throughout the years. My favorite art media to use is just using pencil or making objects out of clay. I take art as a way of focusing on what you feel by not physically talking it out like an art therapist. It gives me confidence knowing that what I feel like doing is the best thing for me to do.

“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.

As Kaylin,Chloe and I sat in my cold basement talking about our strange and weird lives, we started to hear the dark , dirty ,and wooden planks upstairs in my kitchen and diningroom start to suspiciously speak. We started to think what was making the sound. Minutes passed and we still heard the weird eerie sound. We got up and walked to the stairwell. Then we slowly crept up the stairs one by one to cure our wondering minds.

Has your world ever been flipped upside down overnight? Well, mine has when my Uncle had a bad stroke that causes him to lose the left side of his brain. This event changed my life forever it was like I was blind to being able to see for the very first time. Those horrible days truly made me rethink my life, and it taught me how precious life is and how quickly life can be taken away. The biggest thing that came out of this was the improvement in my work ethic, giving it my all 100% of the time, and not procrastinating on anything in my life. Having my world flipped upside was probably the greatest thing that could have happened and here's why.

The sound of the clock was all I could hear, breathing as it ticks. I lie still as if I were dead. I wished to be dead, but three unsuccessful attempts had proven to me that I couldn't do it. So I had to suffer and hate life and the body that I am imprisoned in. That's how I looked at life, as a prison, as a stale, dead carcass that I'm forced to smell. I looked at suicide as a jailbreak, from this life. I was never going to go through with it.

The voice was booming, dark, and scary. They then suddenly I saw the door split in two. A man about twice the height as me then thundered in. The man started rambling on about how everyone is dieing and that the world was going to end. I noticed there were swollen oval shaped things the size of an apple.

You’re in bed thinking about the rough time at school you had when you hear the floorboards creak. It was so faint there was no point of checking what it was. You hear the floorboards creak again and then the noise comes more often. You were not going to bed at any time soon so it was not going to hurt to check. You get out of bed and open the door to the hallway, you peer out in the hallway and it was pitch black. You try to turn on the lights but they just flickered on and off over and over again. You see a shadow running past the hallway in to a room. You jump when you hear a sharp shriek not too far away. The shriek echoes in your ears until you realize you should run a find your mother and father. But you were stopped by the shadow. It

I have always wanted to be the person others look to when they feel scared or vulnerable. In return for that trust, I have put enormous effort into helping people who seek me out identify their best options for the future. Not until I encountered life in all its confusing, brutal truth, however, did I realize I wanted to occupy that advisor’s role as a professional. My aim in applying to Northwestern is to become a licensed professional counselor in my home state of Wisconsin so that I can help young people tackle everyday problems, learn life skills, and ultimately, be the best people they can be. Ultimately, my goal is to complete a doctorate in counseling psychology, from University of Wisconsin-Madison in particular, after completion of my master’s degree while gaining vital work experience in my field and to use my expertise to train other aspiring professionals in my field.

Right away, from the first session, I could tell that my therapist wanted to get a feel for what my family looked like and probably see if they were able to help me out with my problem. He asked me about my mom, my dad, siblings, grandparents and such. It got him stuck when nobody besides my mom knew about the death. I could see that he wanted to have some way of including my family in therapy, but I knew my family would not come in for therapy. That is when he started asking about if there were over-involvements within the relationships, who I was cut off with, and where there was distance and conflict at. If there was a conflict, he would ask where it came from and why. As well as asking the same questions for over-involvement, cutoffs and

Today is Friday, I usually go to therapy on Fridays. It is a very windy and cloudy day. Like in movies where they try to set the mood all sad and serious. I am outside the clinic sitting in my car debating whether or not I should go. I really do not like going to the clinic. Every time I go it just reminds me of the past. Due to a lot of unfortunate events that happened in my life I started to become an addict of really bad substances. I have been clean for about 2 months now. I tried to do things to make people proud of me and failed miserably. Which made me feel pathetic and worthless.

Lying in bed in the middle of the night while sleep eludes me, a noise breaks through the silence. Oh my God! What was that!? Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe it was just the house settling. There it is again! I must be hearing things. I get cold and my body starts to shiver uncontrollably. I peek to where the sound comes from and I could swear I see something through the dark room; it appears even darker than the surrounding area. Oh my! I think it just moved. My breathing becomes labored and I pull the covers over my head, trying to calm myself down while making my brain work through what just happened. Was I dreaming? Or did I just see a ghost?

It all began on an ordinary Sunday morning. I was preparing to go to church when I heard the voices. I could hear my mother talking to a man. As the voice was unknown to me, I was curious. My first thought was that a guest had come late the night before. I discarded this as I had gone to bed late with no sign of impending visitors. My second thought was that a neighbor had come to visit that morning. This too didn 't seem plausible as the time was a little past 5 am. Looking back, I can 't believe I didn 't suspect something sinister sooner. As I was thinking of and discarding relatively harmless explanations, someone started pounding on my bedroom door and my nightmare began. I could hear my mum pleading to be allowed in first. The man must have had some conscience because he agreed. She came in, hugged me and told me not to be afraid. She said, "everything will be alright if we just do as they say.” Later,

If you read back to my " Beyond Tomorrow" stories you will see that I have listed this particular occurrence within my writings. I could never make up my mind whether this phenomenon was one of supernatural or indeed the possibility of extraterrestial activity. Who knows? When something strange happens that you cannot explain, the mind gets carried away. But, when a real physical effect is seen, the aftermath of something that's left it's mark - what are you to believe then? The UFO that never was? It was a strange time, that summer. It was around 1994-1995 (I can only go on the fact that my baby son was about three years old) He's sort of involved in this story as it was because of him that I was up and about during the early hours of the mornings during that summer. He always woke up during each night, requiring a top up of his drink bottle and an obligatory visit to the bathroom. Nothing unusual there except, on one such night I became aware that my son was talking to "someone" as I approached his room. On entering I asked him who he had been talking to? He told me that he was talking to his friend. I was so tired that I just ignored this but, immediately became aware of how bright his room was. This was unsual as his room had "black out" blinds upon the windows. Undeterred, I dutifully took his beaker with me down to the kitchen for a refill. As I walked back through the house to the staircase, I suddenly realised that I was walking around without any lights on- I

I slowly crept down the stairs to investigate the mysterious creaking. Surely there wasn’t someone else in the house, right?