After Hassan had being raped by Assef and his friends, Amir had not seen him for weeks. He would do his chores and then go back to bed to sleep.Throughout time Amir couldn't look Hassan in the face without feeling guilty that he did not intervene. One day Hassan asked Amir if he would enjoy to take a hike up the hill, they did hike up the hill but Amir realized it had being a mistake and wanted to return home. Amir couldn't be around Hassan without getting headaches and feeling guilty. As Amir and Baba were in the garden Amir brought up a topic that Baba had never thought or wanted to, he asked “if he had ever thought about getting new servants?” Baba was in disgust when he heard those words come out of Amir’s mouth.
During the week of tryouts we practiced right after school from 3:00 P.M. until 6:00 P.M. I was so tired that I had to come home and go straight to bed. I also missed my cousin's birthday party, and even a few other events because of practice. I missed some school events, too. But making the squad had always been an enormous dream of mine.
On the last day of his vacation, he told me he didn’t want to be researched anymore and that he wanted to be left alone. I reached out to his family and his command with my concerns, but to no avail. My finding were that Alex had become disconnected due to the unknown events that transpired in Afghanistan. Alex was self-medicating due to improperly developed coping skills. It is my opinion that Alex needs to seek help before his condition worsens.
After a couple of days of contemplating taking the nightlight out or not, I eventually manned up and did it. As I laid down to sleep I felt the same fear I did when I was younger and felt vulnerable to the evils of the world; I didn’t care though. I let those fears envelop me and pick at my brain. Laid out and still I was, ignoring the malice of the world sitting on my back, choking the innocence out of me. Eventually, I fell asleep and was saved by my dreams.
We were frequently relocating from house to house and I could never permanently call a place “my home.” I had to share a room with my brother and sister and every morning, at six o’clock I woke up to do chores. I was constantly cleaning the bathroom, washing the dishes and folding clothes and at school, no matter how hard I tried, I struggled to understand the teachers. People regularly asked where my mother was, which made question if she was ever coming back for me. Every Thursdays, my siblings and I each had at least ten minutes to speak with her and when it was my turn, I heard her peaceful voice, almost as if she was right next to me. Just when I thought I lost hope, she would say she was coming soon, but when time ran out, all my feelings of hopelessness came back.
I tried hard to not let my husband know that I had been extremely scared while walking back in the dark but nevertheless, he could sense the fear in my voice as we discussed the consequences of not keeping up with the time. Every single noise heard while walking made me feel like a child who desperately wanted to run away from all the monsters the eye can’t see. There was a daunting feeling that the boogeyman was going to jump out at any moment from the dark shadows along the side of the trail we were on. I had never felt more helpless than that moment in my life. By the time we made it back to our truck my legs hurt, my feet hurt, I was frozen, but most of all I was thankful we were still alive.
Emir’s life used to be great before the wartime, they had lots of money, they could travel around, then it all changed. In “Children of War” he says, “After the war started, you could not even go out of your house. I had to crawl through my apartment on my hands and knees or risk getting shot. I slept in the bathtub for days, because that was the only place where you were totally safe from bullets.” His life went from being free and grand to living in fear, and worrying about how long he would survive, just like many other refugees, then and now. In Inside Out and Back Again Ha’s story was also similar to this; once the war began all the things she loved in her life were gone.
Why I chose this subject I chose to write about Jin Shin Jyutsu as a successful treatment because it saved my life eight years ago and I am convinced it works. After three years in college majoring in psychology I realized it was not what I wanted to do for the rest of my life and I decided to drop out. I went through an existential crisis at the age of nineteen, I was very depressed and wanted to be out of contact with the outside world. From being extremely social and very self-assured I suddenly wanted nothing to do with people during that time, I slept all day and looked unsure and scared of everything. It seemed as if months flew by until I felt better, the truth is that only two months had passed.
I couldn’t even begin to fathom how painful it would be to have this done to me. I didn’t sleep at all. The next day I awoke as stressed as could be, I couldn’t keep anything down as the thought of unbearable pain ran laps around my mind. As I lay in bed I hear my mom yell up at me to get dressed, it was time to go. As
Victor Frankenstein finds himself unable to obtain a beneficial sleep, because of nightmares he experiences when he closes his eyes. Victor is frustrated with his insufficient quality of sleep: “dreams that had been my food and pleasant rest for so long were now become hell to me…Morning, dismal and wet, at length dawned and discovered to my sleepless and aching eyes the church of Ingolstadt” (Shelley 45). Victor states that he typically looks forward to his time of rest, but the nightmares he has about the Creature interrupt it. This lack of an effective sleep routine results in him feeling overtired the following days. Victor displays and describes certain symptoms of sleep deprivation: “Exhaustion succeeded to the extreme fatigue both of body and of mind which I had endured…when I place my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion” (Shelley 82).
Overworked. That’s the closest word that I could use to describe this week. I feel like this journal is going to be about me just bickering, yet there is some stuff you might want to read about. First of all, I have been sleeping three hours this week because of upcoming midterms, quizzes, and assignments due. I am sleep deprived and mentally drained and as my second year in college I have never had my life drained out of my body like a passing shadow.
Even though time was of the essence, I procrastinated the whole weekend to get the homework done. I still believe that there was no point in getting my homework done earlier because of the fact that good things come to those who wait. It was only a matter of time until I completely knocked out, sleeping like a baby until the sound of my alarm clock woke me
The whole "Christmas party " had just been like a dream. I knew it was too good to be true. I knew no one would go through all that trouble to see me happy. Everyone lost hope after the 2nd day i was in a coma because of the state of health i was in. Which explains why my mom & the nurse were the only ones by my side as I opened my eyes.
Tremaine I’ve had a couple bad days, but this one tops it off. It felt like a normal day at first. Let me stop lying, it started off horrible. It was in the summer time, so I stayed up all night until about two o’clock-ish. I needed my sleep, because I was in for the WORST day ever!
There was a positive though, I knew when something was about to happen seconds before it did, it was like I was the oracle. The worst part however was that there was no cure to it. After a million MRIs in my sixteen years of life, there has not ever come up with a single piece of evidence about the illness. But when the doctors kept me overnight, they could see my scream in my sleep, unable to wake me up. They were just about to give up.