It all comes back in flashes, the agonizing hunger, the deaths, and the lack of emotions. Suddenly I was back in that place, back in the crowded bunkers. Scavenging for food that I know I wouldn’t be able to find, giving up everything I owned, which wasn’t much, for an extra ration of bread. Everytime I close my eyes I see the smoke from the crematory and the bodies of the deceased scattered around my feet. Stepping over the bodies was something I got used to, but the images of the dead will never leave my mind. I haven’t talked about my experience to anyone but my therapist and my brother, but I feel that I need to approach my coping methods in a different way, facing what happened and telling my story.
Every member of my family, except
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I have yet to paint a single happy painting, I paint what I feel, and it’s been many years since I have been happy. Of course whenever I see my brother I am reminded that he could be gone, that things could always be worse. That’s something I have learned, that no matter how terrible it’s going, it can always be worse. I never thought that life could be that bad, that it could steal everything you’ve ever known and the rest of the world goes on. No one but the victims of something this horrendous will truly understand what it’s like to have to suffer while everyone keeps going. Sometimes I wonder why did I survive, other times I wonder why I was put through this in the first place. I try not to pity myself, but self pity is something that’s hard to avoid when you are accompanied by a large burden of guilt. I read many books, but my brothers are extremely hard to read. To see what he went through, while I was going through it myself. His experience contained a lot of physical labor and abuse. He was beaten several times because he actually “stood up” for people. I say that in quotations because their was only so much confrontation you could do, if any, if you wanted to live. He often gave people his soup, people that were weaker than him, he stood in the back of the line. He stood in front at selections. I truly cannot believe he is still with me today, but without him, I probably wouldn’t be here either. Now a days, I see him often. I sometimes cook for us and we talk about anything imaginable. That’s another thing I do, cook. I love cooking and baking, it distracts me from the reality of my life. In both cooking and baking you have exact guidelines that you follow, no surprises, just the organized steps that are already set in place. That is the complete opposite of how my life has been, so I use my hobbies as a getaway from my memories. Actually, they are
Growing up, life wasn't easy. As a result of these adversities, I've been able to not only see, but personally experience, having a constant battle in my life. Throughout this journey of life, I’ve had the opportunity to meet people and learn about different backgrounds and hardships many others suffer from. These experiences,
Life tends to put stepping stones in one path to help one grow. Sometimes it can feel like nothing is ever going to be okay but do not ever let that be the case. Sonny, who was going through a trapped feeling found his way of dealing through a good and bad way. Isabel cries every night and has occurring nightmares but she is dealing with the death of her daughter. Sonny’s brother, the narrator, even though it took him a while to deal with his suffering, he cried and finally understood why Sonny tried so hard to say free through music. Suffering can be truly difficult but dealing with it will help you continue to move forward in life.
Most individuals have experienced the everlasting joy and love that comes with caring family and friends, but the realization is that agony and despair will always win the war of light and dark, and family and friends are simply just impeding the end result. When a child is born, agony is already set in place, for screaming and crying will commence as soon as the child feels hands clasped on to him. However, this agony is soon met with joy as the child is met with his mother’s soothing heartbeat. Moreover, sometimes this heartbeat never comes, and thus, agony and despair stay within this child’s heart forever. Jimmy Baca, a lost young man who has only witnessed pain in his life, is this child. Furthermore, there comes a time in every individual’s
Prologue 2015 – Villa Forenza Senior Apartments Las Vegas, Nevada You would think that a woman surrounded by so much drama in life, wouldn’t go nuts over people knowing she was found catatonic—but you'd be wrong. When ‘Crazy Ava’ learned that the biddies of Villa Forenza had stared right inside of her door as paramedics treated her, she was livid. “You were directly inside the open door, lying on the couch,” Blanche Davis told her. Blanche was a woman who had been in style a century ago.
Almost everyone will go through a range of reactions after trauma, and most people recover from the symptoms on their own. Those who continue to experience problems may be diagnosed with PTSD. In the chapter “Spin” O’Brien states “the bad stuff never stops happening: it lives in it’s own dimension, replaying itself over and over” (32). This shows that the things that happened at war are
The snowman opened his eyes to two small children. A boy and a girl standing in front of me. Dressed in fluffy jackets, mittens, and the cutest little knit caps, they were the most adorable children ever. Giggling they pressed a black hat his head. "What do you think this snowman is missing", the boy asked the girl.
Bullets flying through the air right over me, my knees are shaking, and my feet are numb. I see familiar faces all around me dodging the explosives illuminating the air like lightning. Unfortunately, numerous familiar faces seem to disappear into the trenches. I try to run from the noise, but my mind keeps causing me to re-illustrate the painful memories left behind.
The only thing I can think about is food. I don’t think I can remember the feeling of having a full stomach, or my thirst quenched. Even the feeling of strength, of movement has left me. There’s no getting those feelings back until the war is over. The only thing that can be truly felt is the burn of the cold, and the fear. The fear is everything, consuming my thoughts, vision, and blurring the days together. It’s almost strong enough to overpower the hunger and thirst. I fear for my family’s safety, their sanity. My mother has started to go mad from the stress of taking care of my two younger sisters and myself. The war has stolen many things from my family; my father, brothers, home, everything. Even the sky is crying for us as it smudges my writing and blurs my vision even more.
Throughout history, both men and women have struggled trying to achieve unattainable goals in the face of close-minded societies. Authors have often used this theme to develop stories of characters that face obstacles and are sometimes unable to overcome the stigma that is attached to them. This inability to rise above prejudice is many times illustrated with the metaphor of hunger. Not only do people suffer from physical hunger, but they also suffer from spiritual hunger: a need to be full of life. When this spiritual hunger is not satisfied, it can destroy a life, just as physical hunger can kill as well.
Obesity cannot be fixed without first fixing hunger and poverty. To be healthy it takes healthy foods (including fruits, vegetables, and low fat products) and burning more calories than digesting. Healthy foods can cost a lot of money and push low-income families to eat unhealthier processed foods. Obesity and hunger are connected it can each be connected to poverty. While obesity seems to be the result of too much food and hunger the lack of food, the common issue of poverty must be addressed in order to ease the obesity crisis in the United States.
Hunger and appetite are the two factors that drive our desire to eat. Hunger is the physiological drive to find and eat food. It is controlled primarily by internal body mechanisms, such as organs, hormones, hormone like factors, and the nervous system. Appetite is the psychological drive to eat. Appetite is affected mostly by external factors that encourage us to eat, such as social custom, time of day, mood, memories of pleasant tastes, and the sight of foods (Wardlaw’s perspective, 326). I live in a sorority house with 40+ other girls so who I eat my meals with varies greatly. Everyone is busy with their own schedules so I eat meals alone every once and a while and I also eat meals with 40 other people. Living in the sorority can make it
As a couple days passed by I asked my mother if we were going to keep my animals, Luke and Leia our Siberian huskies, and Tazz our cat. She said no, and things got even worse, I felt like I should just end my life now to make all the pain go away. But, I took a deep breath, and I said to myself “You need to keep going no matter how hard things get, carry on.”
I was having a weekend getaway with my cousins when, at midnight, we were told that we had to return immediately. I was unaware of the gravity of why I had to come back home so soon, but I knew that it was severe. When I arrived to the hospital, I found out my brother had suffered a heart attack and passed away. I was numb and didn’t know how to process that information. He was my guiding light on my journey going back to school and coping with the death of my first brother. Instead of crying hysterically, all I could think of was “situations like this need to be prevented.” It could have been easy to give up but perseverance and resilience were my only options. Giving up on my dreams had never crossed my mind but my fortitude grew stronger with every wrench thrown my
Whenever we were kids, we didn’t quite understand situations as well as we would now as adults. No matter how many questions we asked at that young age, we were still left puzzled. That’s how I felt as a child whenever one of the most tragic moments in my life occurred. I was too young to see how severe the situation was at the time, but now, after growing up, I can understand the misery and depression my family felt.
It all started one hot summer morning at sunrise, July 5th 2012 around 3 am the day after the 4th of July holiday. I was awakened by the crying and screaming of my family over me yelling at me “Get UP FUNMI PLEASE”! And as I jumped up startled and shaking wondering what’s going on walking into my, mother’s room seeing a rainfall of tears fall down her face, she then tells me with the most hurtful voice ever “YOUR BROTHER HAS BEEN SHOT AND KILLED”! I completely went into shock as, I could feel my heart drop I started to panic badly wishing, and praying, and hoping saying to myself I wish that someone would pinch me, and wake me up from this terrible dream. The news I had gotten at that moment felt so unreal never would a day go pass in, which I would have thought about going through a loss of one of my siblings this soon.