Example Of Personal Narrative

In the fall of 2016, my robin flew south--that beautiful bird that symbolizes hope and the promise of new beginnings. Thankfully, he’s returned, but the journey to bring him back has caused much tribulation. Last fall I’d been striving to achieve--focusing on academics, volunteering at my church, even being awarded most improved player in tennis-- but then the bird took flight, leaving behind the delicate cold of winter.
Winter’s darkness spread gradually and everyday dealings began to seem impossible: getting up each morning, socializing at school, making simple meals. Lost and hesitant, I internalized and suffocated my thoughts and emotions. Frustrated, I could not understand why I was unable to think, interact, and succeed the way I once had. I was trapped between my determination to succeed and my inability to do so. I longed for the return of spring, but instead I felt only disgust and anger towards myself. I lost connections with peers and family, leaving me even more isolated. My

Unable to triumph, I lost sight of spring’s return and my insecurity grew, resulting in recurrent self harm. I kept everything to myself. Hopelessness and dejection overwhelmed me, and as my thoughts evolved, I felt worthless and desolate. I contemplated death daily and continued to self harm. Finally one night after filming a service at my church, I could not drive home, because I knew that if I did, I would purposely crash the car and receive my final, deserved punishment. That night I finally admitted out loud that there was a more serious issue than I could handle by myself, which lead to my hospitalization at Havenwyck. I lived there for eight days, followed by five outpatient days; all were filled with hard work and therapy, and the snow finally started to