Waking Up-Personal Narrative

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.

“Dad!” Was the only word that had rushed out of Russell’s mouth the instant he saw his father enter the room. And, once he finished hugging Cary he then added, “Have you found him? What did those people you arrested say?”

“I’m going to break you.” She said. “Every single bone in your body and once you recover, I’ll do it again if I have to.”

I think that is an excellent thought, Lindsey. When I first read this that is what I thought as well. Whenever Ada begins to let Susan love her, and whenever Susan starts to show more affection Ada lashes out. I think that Ada lashes out because she feels like she is not deserving of love, and she is not deserving of nice things. This just tears me up inside when a person does not feel like they are worth being loved. The amount of damage that Ada has suffered is almost irreversible now and I think Susan is starting to realize that this will not be an easy fix. I am honestly surprised at how normal Jamie is because even though he was not the one who was abused, he witnessed the abuse. I am glad that he has not lost his trust in people. This

We started our trip on June 3. It was about 7:30 in the morning when we had to start packing our bags into the car. Well it was more like a bus. We had rented a huge Ford SUV/truck for the trip, since the were seven of us going on the trip. So me my two step sisters, my mom, my step-dad, and my grandma got into the car and left. We were meeting my uncle at the hotel in South Dakota. It was going to be a long trip, two and a half days.

The two boys walked over the weird kids’ table, where the special needs kids sat. The boys made sure that Johnny’s assistant was nowhere to be seen. “Hey, ugly, what’s up? Are you going to eat like a baby?” RePeat cooned. Johnny started to cry, and everyone in the room heard him. At that point, I decided to return to the blue, vanilla crème brulee smelling table.

It’s been a year since the incident. Everyone is either gone or is trying to leave but the wealthy who are isolated from the rest of the nation, living large. We all thought it was possible, but no one thought it would actually happen. We didn’t think this country would run itself so far into the ground that it is beyond recovery. No one thought he could do this. Tuesday, November 8, 2016. The day it all started, the day he came to power. Everyone was either watching it happen live or asleep in their beds. Once morning came it was official, he became our president.

I remember when I started my recovery I was discharged from the detox program into a six month transitional program. Transitional living that deal with people recovering from addiction are often referred to as recovery residences. The Transitional Living Center provided me a place where I could re-establish my own self-worth. When I was at the transitional housing I felt safe from the possibility of a relapse. My recovery plan was individualized according to the determination of my needs. They taught me what my triggers were and how deal with them in positive ways. I remember when my six months were up and I was getting ready to be transferred into the supportive housing program to be integrated back into the community. Supportive housing allowed

There was no coffee, soda, or any amount of sugar that made you this way, you simply guessed that it was a good night's rest. Though you wouldn't know much about that, due to your restless sleeping that made you feel exhausted after waking up. You were enjoying the boost of energy, feeling as if she could do anything in the world! You felt like moving, jumping, maybe even productive. On the contrary, Mathieu was hoping you would just shut up now and sit down. He had no desire to move today and wanted today to just be a lazy day filled with pancakes, maple syrup, and cuddles while watching the hockey game that he was currently trying to enjoy. The only thing disrupting him was the jumpy woman blocking the TV, “(Y/N), I swear if you don't move,

Over spring break I spent the whole time with my grandma because my parents and my mom's mom, went on a croose. Me and my grandma had a lot of fun, so not going on a croose didn't matter that much. My grandma met my mom in the school parking lot, after my mom checked my out an hour after lunch. Then me and my grandma took the hour drive to get to her house. The next morning my grandma took her dog Ollie outside on a leash. Then everyone got there stuff together after we got dressed. Then we left for Brandson. Later that night me, my grandpa, and my grandma all went out to eat. "Do you know the one thing we left back at the house"? My grandpa asked my grandma right before we left. "what"? My grandma asked. "Ollie's cennal". My grandpa replied.

We finally made it to Salt Lake City. The plane ride was a long few hours of listening to music and watching all of my DVDs. All I wanted was to make it to Idaho Falls so I could sleep. My mom was going to rent a car and we would drive out to my grandma's house where we would be staying for the week.

As soon as my other cousins get off the raft, my uncle asks “Who’s next?” Joe, Ethan, and I responded by shouting “Me!” Before getting on the tube, I saw a design that looked like a face on the raft. It seemed to be laughing at me, and I couldn’t figure out why.

As I was walking down the stairs with the creek of the old rudget wood, my cold heart began to tremble. Glancing with my dark brown eyes,the small doorknob began to turn. I saw a light flashing, and I knew then that I was going to figure out what was Does behind that tiny door.

There’s something about writing your raw emotions on a piece of paper that allows your spirit to run free and hold no boundaries of what you can think of and it's only the moments in life that can fuel the locked potential inside you. The epiphany of my life was actually closer to this present time than in the past, about last year my family moved from New haven to Branford. In New haven I was in a program which allowed me to go to Wallingford as a district school and I spent 6 years in this program making friends and going to school all I knew from my elementary to highschool period from then was Wallingford. While schooling in Wallingford district living in New haven I had developed a skill of poetry in the midst of 8th grade. I found that

I remember I was about seven years old, and my sister was four years old. We woke up to a loud banging knock on the door, and the doorbell ringing numerous times. It was so loud it scared the shit out of me. The person who was knocking so loudly. Maybe they were angry because they were knocking on the door violently. We assumed my mom would have been woken up due to all of the noise, but no nothing. I told my sister “Go in your room stay there till I tell you to come out”. I went to my mother’s room to see if I could try waking her up. I kept shaking, shaking, and shaking her.Nothing, not even a slight movement. Can you imagine a little girl trying to wake her mom up, and she doesn't wake up. I thought she was maybe dead or something. My eyes burst out in tears, as I lay on her stomach. I shouted, “Mommy Mommy please wake up”. I looked over on the other side of the bed.I saw two Hennessy bottles with white stuff all over her nose.Of course, at the time I didn't know what neither of those things was, but as I grew up I realized what it was. About twenty minutes later my mom finally woke up. She tried getting up, but she had no type