Personal Narrative: How My Suicide Changed My Life

A person embarking on the journey of life is bound to stumble upon many crucibles that will help him grow as an individual. A crucible is defined as a severe, searching test or trial that challenges the mental, physical, or emotional strength of an individual. This test often requires a person to closely examine his life in order to find a way to resolve his crucible. While facing such a challenge, the individual is able to recognize his abilities and can have a better understanding of himself. At the ripe age of seventeen, I have faced many crucibles of my own that required me to use all of my talents and to reevaluate my values and beliefs. My crucibles have allowed me to improve my character and have contributed to my transition into adulthood.

I knew that the event that would affect my life and the lives of those around me was approaching. 9 months is more than enough time to truly digest what the arrival of new life would entail and yet I am only scratching the surface of my new role now that we are a year past that fateful 3rd of July.

During my first year of middle school, I faced an enormous challenge: being bullied. Prior to middle school, I had been bullied throughout elementary school. However, in middle, the stakes became higher and my stress levels became to the point where I wanted to be alone. This was a very frustrating challenge because I was always a very strong student with high grades. I was a great student, listening and paying attention, never got in trouble. However, when it came for wanting to help teachers and becoming more and more of a good student I got bullied. I was pushed around and having people call me names, even though I ignored everyone it got to the point where I just broke down in tears and wanted to really just give up.

Hatred can never be helpful for solving problems, it would only cause more misunderstanding and feud, and create a bad cycle. If people would take the positions of other people and think in different perspectives, then it could bring an end to misunderstanding. Personally, even though Warriors Don’t Cry is the easiest-worded fiction in this year’s reading, it is still extremely important to me, and it helps me to find a direction. I have experience the same transition as Melba did this year, however, my problem is not as serious as hers. Since I could think independently, I always have a bad relationship with my parents. They are very strict to me and barely show me any love. I felt jealous of other people’s parents because their parents always show up to support

Cotton had always been my dog. Even if we got him for my step dad, scott, he'd claimed me. We got him in 2010 on Father's day.Scott had really wanted another dog. He was eight weeks old and so small and fragile when we brought him home. He was as soft and white like a cotton ball, and that's where we got his name from. I was nine years old when he joined our family. I never knew a dog would've been so important to me.

Below is my reflection regardless my three weaker skills according described in the assignment on December 16th, 2015.

People experience different type of materials due to their personal decisions. My decision to come out showed me to be aware of people which helped me grow in the young man I am today. When I decided to come out to the world. It showed me who my true friends and allies are. By being aware of both people and places. This helped me grow into a much more clever and caring man that I am today.

In my opinion I haven 't changed that much. I feel that I have become more mature in life in general and in my writing and language. I also think that my personality has changed a little but not very much. I have tried to start helping people more were at the beginning of the year I didn 't help very many people because I didn 't know very many people.

Imagine your little boy walking into his doctor's appointment, when you walk out of it you are pissed and your precious little boy is crying because of the doctor you choose. In the appointment the doctor says "If you don't get healthy you will die, either get healthy, get a liver transplant or die." would you let you're little boy be scarred and scared for his life Because of his doctor?

Have I ever thought of committing self-harm? Yes, in some circumstances. When you are surrounded with a lot of problems and you think there is no way out of it all you want to do is release your feelings. I once was living with my mom and my dad as a happy family all had changed when we had to move to mexico my dad had to stayed. I thought I had hit rock bottom, I was about to commit self-harm and there was only one person who I had trusted I told her and that was my best friend. Somehow she always helped me and she never gave up on me. My family didn 't notice until after, so they would probably ask themselves why I would think about doing that. And now that I think about it there are many people who have been or going through the same as I was before. On the news you don 't often see many people who have committed self-harm. Self-harm is when you hurt yourself on purpose it 's one of the most common method to cut yourself, other people feel a impulse to burn there arms, or pull out their hair. Adults don 't do nothing because they don 't know enough information about these actions about 800 thousand people die in a year. The media should promote more awareness about self-harm because many teens practice self-harm, parents can know the causes and effects of self-harm, and we all can

In a gist, I would outline myself with a mirage-like dissociative identity disorder. The fact is, I pretend an awful amount of times in order to protect myself; in this inner cocoon I deem as my heart. I’m not the individual whom people take me as nor am I that stereotypical Asian who excels at a ridiculous number of activities besides sports. If anything, I embody the true definition of average. While this may sound egotistical of me, I have the calmest physical life yet the toughest emotional world. From the time I was born, each physical need was handed on a platter with little to no effort required. Similar to Villanueva, “There were failures too, of course.” (Villanueva 112) While it may sound like a luxurious life, my emotions were,

According to Person 's Genderbread, I was genderqueer, butch, female, and bi. Now, I am woman, femme/androgynous, female, and pan. The discussion we had in class, to attempt to pinpoint and remember the first time we recognized "gender" in our lives, opened the floodgates to a different perception of who I once was, and a better understanding of who I am now. Thoughts that I believed had been buried and locked away years ago resurfaced with a ferocity that shook me to my core. The realization that humans do not have to be just male and female shed a bright light on the confusions and hurt I faced in my childhood.

When I was growing up as a young child, I was sexually abused. I lived through it by never telling anyone closer to me, and eventually forgot everything that as happened to myself. While i was at the high school I was date raped, and once again I lived through it by keeping it a top secret to myself. Throughout my lifetime in high school and college, I struggled to make sure that people only saw infallibility in me. I was an Honored student, sports captain, I hang around about with the good group. But I hid myself away where no one else could see, there was this thing in me that I called shame, phobia, and guilt. I coped with these terrible feelings by running extra miles away from home, abusing drugs and alcohol, sleeping

One peaceful day my friend Tom was playing with me. a normal day, a quiet day. We were getting bored so we decided to play Star Wars. It quickly became a fun time bounding around picturing droidicons and battle droids with warships overhead. "come on! more droids are coming!" I shouted to Tom. "don't worry, I just sliced like 20!" he replied. We continue to fight the imaginary robots with our lightsabers and fly starships for the rest of recess. Me and Tom would always play games like this. Whether we would fight Sith lords or bring The Joker to justice, we always had a lively time. I believed it would last forever. It was yet another day, a windy day. I soon found myself alone, Tom was playing with some new friends he had. They like Pokemon, and I

It has always been a mystery to me when I think of what could possibly have triggered my anxiety so much. I felt that I was always in control of my life; my mental maturity was at a peak and I was aware of my surroundings. However the moment when I was put into situations that were out of my league, such as having to cope with the absence of my parents (even though it was temporary) emotionally, I was not able to cope. The gap between my mental and emotional maturity was too large to breach and I had to try to create that equilibrium which I needed at that stage of my life.