Even though our bodies are in one place, our minds may be in another. In Martha Stout’s essay “When I Woke Up Tuesday Morning, It Was Friday,” the author introduces us to the idea of dissociation. Dissociation is when one’s mind is away from the body and he or she does not know what is going on in the physical world. Those that have traumatic histories may experience this. But because of dissociation, victims may not know if they had a traumatic past because a memory of it never really formed. Stout
wait I don’t even remember that night! All I remember was getting to the point where there was no way I could even think of driving. Some designated driver I was, luckily my friend didn’t drink much that Saturday night or it would have been the taxi for us. That might not have been such a bad thing, but what would I have written about if that had happened? The night ended very late, with enough liquor and beer in my stomach to get five people trashed. This is where the day after began. I woke
A Helpless Prisoner I stuffed my hand into my pocket, hoping to find my car key as I darted down the trail. Tears stung my eyes as I ran on my sprained ankle. My vision was blurred to the point that I scraped my leg on a large rock, and my leg started to bleed. I felt the jagged metal key in my pocket, and quickly pulled it out. When I reached my car, I pulled the door open. I shoved the key into the ignition and threw my backpack in the passenger seat. I started the car and slammed my foot on
can’t be real if it happens quickly. I beg to differ. When I met Peter, I was a happy young lady, without a care, shopping in a grocery store. Peter looked at me. I looked at Peter; and that’s when we fell in love. The adversities we had went through were painful; yet we toughed it out. Through sickness, forbidden love, and death, Peter and I were side by side. My motives to die are all written in these diary entries to you, I hope you all understand why I did this. I love you all. Love, Genesis. August
technique, yet powerful in its message. I remember the van. It was the gray of dry clay, and it had maroon stripes on the sides that were the same color as maple leaves during the fall, but it was winter now. It was my mom's van, and I was riding in the back seat. I was eight years old, and she had pulled over on the side of the road because she had “some sad news” to tell me. My legs didn’t touch the ground. They just dangled with my sorrels about to fall off. I was all bundled up in the puffy winter
completely false. For the purpose of this paper, I decided to take one of my own private flashbulb memories, when my grandma died, and analyze what I remember. This special memory may be completely accurate, or may have been rehearsed so many times that certain details have become misrepresented. My flashbulb memory occurred on July 14, 2008, at 3:35am. I had just turned 14 years old nine days earlier. My mom came into my room, obviously upset, and woke me up to tell me that my grandma had passed away
Would you like to live a happy and productive life? Then get pets! I must admit it is hard to believe that domesticated animals can promote mental and physical health, but many studies have shown that they can. On the other hand, you must find a pet that is compatible with you or with your life style. Maintaining good mental health is crucial for living a "normal" life. Many psychiatrists have found that patients with anger management problems can be calmer with a pet around the house. Sometimes
I woke up when my core came out of a machine in the factory. I felt so naked, I was missing two layers on me, and my white cover. I was on a moving line, with millions of other core balls. Ahead I saw that they were splitting us up into groups. There were probably ten groups, I got picked into the furthest one to the right. Over the line I got picked into stood “Great Quality Balls.” I felt so special, I was going to be apart of the best balls. Next up we were but into a ten times ten order
I remember being packaged. In a plastic bag, packed with all the other paintballs just like me, I was shoved in a cardboard box and shipped off to a remote location, where I waited. And waited. For months...until one day, my box was thrown violently onto a table, ripped open, and my plastic bag pulled out. After adjusting to the sudden rush of light, I realized I was being lifted into the air by something large and magical (which strongly resembled my hand, just much larger...). I completely
In the morning, I hear a voice says: "the door of hell is open!" But I do not listen to it and just continue to do my dream. When I wake up, I saw blood around me, and I hear some miserable crying voices from far away. I lift my head and solidifie my eyes, and I see the mouth of a fain blood stain, and he is smiling to me. I realize that he is not a human, he is a ghost! I painfully shout out loud "Oh, My God!" Then I fainted in the ground. When I wake up again, I first squinting carefully look around
I open my eyes abruptly. My pupils dilated and adjusted to the darkness. I sprang up. My body failed me and I fell straight onto the ground. I felt my head smash into the ground and my eyes closed. I woke up once again and felt an intense pain on my head. I reached up a touched it. There was a immense tight pain and a lump as well. "Why am I here?" I couldn't remember anything. Am I blind or something? Am I deaf? I spoke out, saying stuff as if I were crazy. "Hello?" "Is anyone there?" I heard
(-- removed HTML --) Today when I woke, I was expecting my son to be asleep. That wasn't the case. Today was his first race. Now here we were, at the track, race about to start, everyone was lined up ready to run. *bang* The starting gun went off. Like a bolt of lightning, everything came flashing back to me. There I was, back in Somalia, picking vegetables *bang loud as a Tu-95 Bear fighter jet* I quickly drop down, scared, ears ringing like a bell. I feel something wizz past me, my hair
of control. I will never forget the life or death situation I experienced on April 28th. It's the morning of my shoulder surgery the sky, was dark and cold. My parents walk me into the hospital where I was checked in and brought to my preparation room. Once I was ready the nurse took me to the operating room, there I feel asleep. When I woke up I was checked by the same nurse and was released to go home. We got home and my grandma was there to help so my parents talked with her while I waited on Haley
I woke up in my bed to the sound of my alarm clock * BEEP BEEP BEEP*. Goosebumps invaded my entire body. I opened my eyes and slammed on the stop button. The clock was so loud I barely noticed the fierce sound of rain pouring on the roof. With a groan I sat up and stretched. My phone displayed a bright screen that said 1 New Message! “Hey how are ya hun? Last night was amazing!” It was a text from my friend Alice. We met in first year of Pre-Health and have been friends ever since. Shes quiet
my top five memories. The Time I my Cousin and I go parasailing It was a sunny day in Florida, the boat ride out to the parasailing boat was calm. Two red snappers lay on the floor of the first boat. The driver of the first boat said they just hop up on the boat randomly when he’s driving. I had a nervous feeling in my stomach, because earlier my cousin said we should go parasailing, and I didn’t actually think we were going to go. So when we got on to the second boat our
I couldn’t think of anything to write for english. Broken glass? What kind of a theme is that? Was I out of my mind? I knew I was failing, but I just couldn’t think of anything. I thought of a lot of things. I thought of Dally and his horse, I thought of Johnny, I thought of the Soc, but yet I still couldn’t come up with a theme. It wasn’t until Sodapop was a wreck about Sandy that I finally had a breakthrough. But first I needed some new paper because I drew horses all over the last one. But, then
Incident As I sat there in the emergency room, my head numb, my hair red, and sweat covering my forehead, not really knowing what was going to happen. That’s probably not what you would have wanted to be feeling on a Friday night in second grade. But, that’s what I was feeling. The moon was out and I heard an owl hoot, and crickets were chirping all around me. My family and I were at a party at my best friend Emily’s house. “I’m going on the trampoline”, I said. Even though in the
I awoke coughing spitting out the remnants of blood that has filled my mouth. As I coughed I saw something. I... saw something. I could see for the first time. I laughed at the weird situation. Am I in heaven? I found myself wondering. I watched myself sit up, and I pulled up the front of my shirt just far enough to see the spot where the tree had impaled me. It was gone. The wound although smeared with the same stuff, which I thought was blood, was completely healed. It was scared however
exposed ear. “This is what my life has come to”, at least that’s what I thought until I realized that this wasn’t the type of story I was in. There were no epic battles or damsels in distress, no villains to beat, and no tyrants to be had. At least not in the way I just described it. My battle wasn’t in an arena, it was in a high school. And this story most definitely not about a bold girl fighting her way out of a situation. I wish I could say it’s about a shy girl whose introductory vibes are what
The last thing I remember was the explosion. Confused “why didn’t the townspeople like the truth?” The ashes that were produced by the explosion full my lungs, so I left. Before I get you up to date with this catastrophic event, let me kindly introduce myself. My names is Henry Adams, I live in this small town by the mountains, where we're known for only thing, coal. The people here all lives simple lives, unfortunately we don’t mine for coal anymore, we have no need for it, we already have plenty