Personal Narrative: A Life Without Emotions

There have been many times where it is just ridiculously challenging to express negative emotions without feeling like I am using the wrong words or nor saying what I truly mean. There have also been times where opposingly, I have experienced tremendous joy and happiness that triggers me to physically write a memoir of it either shared on social media or in personal writing. With both types of situations, negatives and positives, there is a high chance of a great lesson to be necessarily memorized and absorbed. I believe that every individual goes through the heart-wrenching moment of lonely despair while facing stressful challenge. Friends and family will always be able to supply a certain level of support, but there are moments where it’s hard for them to completely understand and see into someone else mind. Some may be able to pour out their genuinely sincere thoughts and emotions into writing, but it has always been difficult for myself. I personally do not like to spread the negativity of a dark time simply because I have an automated instinct to appear strong and neglect that current despair while in front of other people. For example, my first heartbreak came crashing in like a devastating tsunami leaving behind a city of ruins. I spent countless nights not able to sleep

I didn’t recognize the girl that looked back at me in the mirror but I knew I was her and detested it! The sight and idea of her made me cringe and I no longer wanted to be her. Recovering was worst. I couldn’t understand why I was spared? Why did I make it? Why am I breathing? Are questions I would ask myself daily until I picked “Milk and Honey by Rapi Kaur” and was able to read and better understand how I feel. Every single poem I read felt customarily written for my situation. It even taught me and made it easier to communicate my emotions to those who wanted but just couldn’t quite