Personal Narrative: Drinking

Out of all the challenges in my life, I think bulimia nervosa has stuck out the most with me. That was a really tough time in my life, everything tasted great but I knew I would eventually get rid of it. It’s like life was mocking me and I probably deserved it. My self-esteem was at its all-time low, when I told my friends they got angry and told me that that was idiotic of me; and it was.

I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now. The school system in Pakistan just did not seem right anymore, I missed my school in Canada which I had attended for just a year. I struggled to live in Pakistan for three years and in 2008, my mother decided

Addiction is a powerful thing to encounter, cope or live with. An addiction is worse when it is experienced with a loved one. This illness has many negative affects regardless to the extent of the addiction. It has caused family and marital separations that are not easily overcome without a determined mindset.

When I was a teenager, the cool thing to do was hang out with friends, party, and drink alcohol, so I thought. My friends and I would tend to follow the crowd and it seemed to always lead to trouble. I was only 14 years old the night it all began. At the time, I could not drive so my friends came and picked me up, we all went to a house party and alcohol was there. Because we were senseless and easily influenced, we decided to try some to fit in.

I am still not fully recovered and I most likely won’t ever be, there will always be that little voice inside my head. I started my journey with addiction and recovery the summer before freshman year.

An experience that has really molded me into the person I am today was growing up with my alcoholic father. My dad was a crazy teenager. He was the typical naughty boy who got himself into many stupid situations. My grandparents, the parents of my dad came from Holland in the 30’s to get away from the war. My Opa (grandpa) made a great living for them here in Southern California. They were upper middle class and they were the fun parents, that had let my dad get away with everything. My dad started drinking and doing drugs at the age of 14 and it only got worse from there. He met my mom at a Hennessy’s bar, when they were in their late 20’s, and although my mom knew about my dad’s problem, she thought she could cure him and decided to marry him. Fast forward a couple years later after my parents’ divorce I remember going to my dad’s drug deals with him at the age of 3 or 4. I’m sure my dad thought I’d never remember that, but I do. He’s admitted to taking me to

When I was eleven years old, I tore my anterior cruciate ligament, more commonly known as the ACL while playing in a football game. Being only eleven years old, this was a pretty unusual injury as most ACL tears do not happen until mid to later teens. Hearing that I tore my ACL was pretty devastating. I did not know much about it, but I knew enough to know I would be out of sports for a long time. The next nine months of my life were spent with one goal in mind: getting back to sports.

I wake up from another one of my bad dreams and look over to see if Sodapop is still asleep. He’s gone. I decided to go see if Darry was home. He is gone too. I am completely alone and I just noticed that it is in the middle of the night. What’s going on? I decided to go back to bed and sleep. Maybe I’m just dreaming, Darry is always home in the middle of the night.

Being the child of an addict is terrifying! You never know how and why it started. And you always wonder if it was you the one that caused it. After you find out you always wonder if he is going to go back to his old habits. The only thing you think about is him and his health. Seven years of addiction can change you but most people do not see a difference. I did not see a difference in my dad during those seven years until i found out he was addicted to ice (meth). Once i was told he was addicted i started noticing all the changes in his body. All the mood swings and the multiple times he would go out during the day. I was a freshmen in high school when my mom decided to put him in a rehab home. I was on my way to school with my mom and my sister and she was

During the months of september through the beginning of november of sophomore year it was going great i had all my friends, and we’re all happy. Then they started to call me mean names like slut, whore, and started saying i was sleeping around and things like that. The only way i knew to defend myself was go tell the dean the next time they said stuff like this. So i got to school i was talking to my friends Brandon and Jimmy. Then brendon decided to tell me how was sleeping around last night and i told him to stop because first off they knew i told them stop before and they hadn’t. Brendon and I got in this huge argument and he keep insulting me the whole time so i walked away. Brandon who is my best friend came after me and asked me what i was going to do, and i told him i was going to tell the dean what everyone has been saying. He told me that 's the best thing to do in this situation. Once i got to my first period class i told my

When I arrived at the party it was only seven. I didn't want to be there but Marlee and Skyler had shoved me in the car and told me to shut up, that I would thank them later for this. I couldn't believe what I saw. Students Much younger than me were passing out red solo cups full of alcohol. I assumed it was beer. I doubt teenage drinkers this young knew how to get their hands on the good stuff. I was surprised to see my friends from stoner wall in the corner of the room I walked into smoking weed. Skyler had promised to have me home by eleven but as she took a hit of Allie's dope I knew that wasn't going to happen. I could feel myself getting high off of their second hand smoke. Marlee shoved a cup into my hand. It was half full of a liquid the color of dehydrated urine and smelled of piss. I took as sip anyways so I wouldn't seem like a bitch. It burned going down my throat, soon my body felt warm and tingly. Marlee started of her third beer. Everyone was excited the school year was finally over and wanted to make a night of it. though this is not what I had in mind. I was thinking more along the lines of movies and pizza. Not this, not this at all.

I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.” I breathed out loud. This past week i’ve felt jittery inside my stomach, holding back the smile i’ve wanted to show. Tomorrow was the day it all happened. I held my legs to my chest and thought about all the good things that could happen.

I, Roberta Hudson stayed at Irene and Roger Grays’ home in the last two weeks of october of 2009. Everyday Roger would come home, entering through the garage with two cans of beer and drink until he fell asleep. Irene went to work at the Viking (‘09) and was very upset and in pain from a bruised side and a knot on her head caused by Roger shoving her.

We climbed for several hours and the climb was slow and demanding. Whenever I was thirsty or tired, I stopped frequently to drink water to take a rest. We were on the northern part of the rim and when I looked into the caldera, I looked across to the other side. Since the view was amazing, it took my breath away. I was filled with awe and

I remember old times as I sit back and stare out the window on a rainy Sunday afternoon. It has been about two years since the incident occurred. The thought of how you can lose someone 's trust in one second is terrifying. It takes a long time to gain someone 's trust again after it is broken. With this in mind, I learned that my actions can affect others, but on this day I also learned that trying to fit in is not always the best thing to do.