Personal Narrative: Recreating One's Traumatic Experience

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I expected opening up to make me feel vulnerable or scared. Instead I felt more empowered than I had before. Talking through what happened made me realize the amount of love and support I had all along even though I felt so alone. This helped me to become less isolated, understanding that all those things my friends and family did was because they truly cared about me; not because they pitied me or felt burdened. Recreating one’s traumatic experience can be tremendously intimidating, but in a calming environment with someone trustworthy it becomes easier

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Personal Narrative: Traumatizing Repercussion
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Personal Narrative
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Personal Narrative: Memoir
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Memoir It was Thursday morning,I had a doctor 's appointment. My football game was tonight . I had french toast then I got dressed clipped my nails and we were late we had to get gas. My appointment was 8:45 I looked at the time 8:50.
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Personal Narrative: My Memoir
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Personal Narrative: The First Traumatising Experience
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Personal Narrative
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In my lifetime, I haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to injuries. For example I’ve been burnt a few times, had many cuts and bruises, even had my head split open but one injury that always sticks in my mind is when I almost broke my jaw. It was about 8/9 years ago and I was at a wedding, everything was going well, the day was lovely the newlyweds and their guest were happy including me until the agonising moment occurred. I was on the dance floor with my sister Kameryn and our friend Chloe, when they decided to take off their shoes and return to the floor and me being the child that I was I copied them, then they both decided to twirl, again I copied but I didn’t work out as well for me as it did for Kameryn and Chloe.
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Personal Narrative
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My family and I were all going to the Rockies game. There was actually a lot of us who had went, First it was my brother, sister, mom, grandma, grandpa, my three cousins, and my friend, my sister’s friend, plus my brothers friend. The day was going to be exciting. I went with my mom to go pick up my friend, while the rest of the family went to the Rockies game and went to get some food. Sometime later me, my friend, and my mom all arrive at the Rockies game.
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Personal Narrative
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Personal Narrative-The Trauma That Moved My Life
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As I made my way outside to go give them some sandwiches my mom made; I saw that their faces, resembled hopelessness, but their eyes were full of fear with emptiness despair. They seemed to have had walked a lot because their shoes were scratched and some had little apertures on the sides. Their clothes were wrinkled and had some dirt on it. When I got close to where they were hiding they got quiet, no one moved, no one endeavored to do anything, they were just
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Personal Narrative
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One of my best friends had a dream a few years back. We were sitting on a beach somewhere with rocks around us and she looks at me and says, “I know you’ll have a beautiful journey, but I’m going to miss you Steph.” “It’s okay Tams, I’ll be right back. I just have to meet someone at the lighthouse,” I replied.
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“This isn't happening today, this doesn't happen. The chances are to thin for it to ever happen.” Words sank and echoed off the cliffs. The camera still stood there, hooked onto the tripod motionless. No one to pan over to the sunset between the hills, no one to strike the compound and start driving home.
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