Jeremy, My third draft, first one was depressing, second mean, now I literally have a therapist so I don't have to tell you all of my issues. Which is weird I did. What would Angie say?... "Ben why are you emailing him?!"..."so he doesn't think I am addicted to him?"... That I actually love him and want to collide, not just hide behind him. I trace it back to my weird life! I'm sorry, I am far from PERFECTTTT, but struggle builds character. Why sabb could blow over if a cat farted on his block, spoon fed. Something conditioned you a bit, perhaps being a server... noooo..... working on a farm growing up...?...probably. A job and car will always help stabilize anyone. A burden you didn't/ dont deserve. About 5 different people have told me to email them instead of you. I'm not your responsibility and never have been. I'd hate to think I "Need" you or you "NEED" Me. I'd rather it be a mutual titanium bond and in person, then one sided. I could see the potential big picture and I'd be completely 100% fine with a big loop of rehab. You already know if you confirmed what I believe is correct, I'd never leave your side and yes, behave in every way. Unless you are stupid and think I wouldn't, then you are crazy not me. …show more content…
I say yes. I see it like this, it took a bit, to come down. Obviously you witnessed this all, not wanting to...or perhaps you knew thats how I'd unwind. The question is what I'd do once I
It good to finally read what I have been thinking on for years. The first draft is a rant. Next draft is a cleaner version of the first. Last draft is the closest thing to perfection as possible.
First, I apologize for putting you in this position. I'm hopeful that this email may give some peace to you. I've realized that so very little of my behaviour in my life has been for others. As an addict, I was self-centred to the extreme. Realizing this, I am trying to take any opportunity I can to live in truth and to think of other's first.
The story of my history as a writer is a very long one. My writing has come full circle. I have changed very much throughout the years, both as I grew older and as I discovered more aspects of my own personality. The growth that I see when I look back is incredible, and it all seems to revolve around my emotions. I have always been a very emotional girl who feels things keenly. All of my truly memorable writing, looking back, has come from experiences that struck a chord with my developing self. This assignment has opened my eyes, despite my initial difficulty in writing it. When I was asked to write down my earliest memory of writing, at first I drew a blank. All of a sudden, it became very clear to me, probably because it had some childhood trauma associated with it.
I realized going through many struggles and obstacles, has helped me become the cheerful, extrovert person I am today. I do things now, that the old me would never do, I’m more open, outgoing and confident. I carry myself way better than I ever imagined. I can rule the world now, because I feel great, and when you feel great it’s one of the best feelings especially when you’re truly happy. I’ve learned that no one can put you down or make you feel imperfect but yourself, or unless you allow others to treat you poorly. As much as you can, or whenever you can tell yourself how important, and marvelous you are, because if you don’t believe it you’ll never believe it from someone else. As Lucille Ball says “Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this
I have had many ups and downs in my life bringing me right here; to this point in time; right this very moment… I have come to the point in my life where self reflection is my way of life. This right now is who I am; I experienced a troubled childhood with physical and mental abuse from my mentally ill mother. I was molested at age 9 and then experienced the nightmares from it years later. I was challenged with making hard decisions about religion in a very religious family. I was a teenage pregnancy statistic at 17 years old, but with a twist because I also became grieving mother. I had father who was a good man I just did not know him during my childhood. I have a younger brother that I am close to that breaks my heart every day due to his mental demons. I had the talk about homosexuality with my parents at age 20, after the long journey of trying to understand myself. I have lifelong issues with digestive & neurological problems that caused me to visit the emergency room often as a child and still I work on finding answers. I have dyslexia that was not caught right away and caused problems as a child and adult. I had further health issues causing me to have a hysterectomy at a fairly early age, rendering me unable to have a child. I have experienced great loss when my whole world passed away, my whole world was my Nana. My Nana is actually who I give full credit to keeping me on track with being a great person as appose to allowing it all take me down. Although she passed many years ago she shapes my views and values every day. I feel these values again; have led me back to right here and right now, making a reflection paper about myself and my wellness. I have gone down a few unfit paths and had some awful jobs but the experi...
I could not wait to start the mental health clinical because I always hear about it from the seniors student. Last week was my first experience of the mental health facility; I was excited to see things I have never seen before, at the same time I was very scared. My expectation was different from what I saw. I thought the mental health clinical was simple as the others, but it is very complicated based on my first experience’s day.
Learning from a mentor is one of the most effective ways to accelerate and further your knowledge. Mentors will help inspire and guide you to be successful. As engineering students we can learn vital information about the field we want to specialize in by talking to someone who works in that field.
My mentor has done his best to give me the guidance and direction needed for my project to be successful, despite his busy schedule and the multiple tasks that he has to get done. He also tries his best to fit time to work with me in challenging areas of the project. My mentor has always done an exceptional job giving me recognition and positive feedback on tasks that I have performed well. When necessary, my mentor gives constructive criticism and feedback, which are usually related to the project itself and not my performance. I didn't receive any training to successfully accomplish the assignment, but I have been given time to research on my own ways to do things and thus I give it a rating of Meets Expectations. The Assignment are not clearly
My exposure to the medical profession has been in the form of working with patients in a
December 19th, 2010. This was the day everything I knew vanished. The flames that engulfed my home that bitter morning took more than just my possessions, it took my childhood. At ten years old, you would like to believe that nothing bad can happen to you. Life is great, you’re young and free and suddenly your world stops turning. Everything you knew to be ‘your life’ is burning to the ground and there is nothing you can do except watch. The events we experience in our life time make us stronger, and much like the phoenix, we rise from the ashes of our traumas.
I don’t know. Is that a genuine answer? Considering my lack of understanding and experience with mental illness, my answer seems rather fair coming from the perspective of an upcoming college student. I suppose I could offer an intellectual explanation regarding my uncle's portrayal to the world with statistical data, interviews, witty quotes, and what “psychologists” have to say… but does it count? If I were someone with a mental illness, would I really enjoy the idea of someone telling me how the world views me (the reader) when they (the writer) have no substantial evidence of what it is truly like living with such an illness? I suppose I could gather data, conduct research, and come to many conclusions, but the description of mental illness, the struggles and hardships, are not always scientifically reasonable. There are small details of information that linger in the everyday lifestyle of an individual suffering from mental illness. Details, that without first hand experience, would not be properly portrayed in an article written by someone who only has science on her side.
...that was the best I could mange at the time. She would like to try to teach me how to not procrastinate but I don’t think that will ever happen. There is no fun in writing anything unless you are doing it last minute at twelve in the morning.
Now here I was a thirty five year old Licensed practical nurse. All I could think of is why do I have to go back to school? I loved my job. I had no plans of furthering my career, but to my surprise we are being cast out of the hospitals. There’s also procedures we cannot perform that we have in the past; for example assessing the patient and starting intravenous injections. When I looked at the classes I had to take I thought oh English is nothing. I knew it was going to be a breeze. After all that’s my primary language. Well to my surprise my first paper had went through its menstrual cycle and, I don’t mean the light days but, the heavy fibroid kind. It was so much red ink I couldn’t even read my paper. I found out I was the queen of runoff sentences. My past tense and present was completely mixed together. I even had the joy of being teased by my friends seven year old as I did my parts of speech homework. On top of that I was used to writing with pen and paper; not on a computer. The worst part of all was when I was timed to write a paper. Now picture me typing with my two pointer fingers like a little kid. It was embarrassing. Everyone sounded like professionals. You know the type in the court rooms that don’t have to look down at their fingers. I wanted to give up. Those young girls were so intimidating, but the one thing I had that kept me was my life experiences. I had so many stories to tell in my essays that they even drew my teachers’
There are strengths I always knew I had,such as kindness, that I didn’t know how to use to it’s highest effect. Then there were strengths that I just didn’t know how to use at all, such as forgiveness and mercy. It is difficult to hone such abstract states of being in oneself and I know I’ll have work harder and devise new plans and ideas to strengthen these traits and others. I believe that the process of strengthening each was beneficial to my well being as I focused on inward strength as well as outward. I can only hope that my efforts touched someone else as deeply as doing them touched
In conclusion, recovering dysfunctionals share a common behavioral problem in their pasts. However, the first, the dominators, are loud, pompous, know-it-all types. The second, the dependers, are the over-dependent whiners who live off other people's advice. Finally, the equalizers are the stable and compassionate glue that holds the whole group together. Although these types can be found in recovery groups, they can also be found among friends in general. We all probably have friends like these somewhere; wouldn't life be boring without