Still today, one of the biggest challenges is being able to talk to that person about their addiction. Even though I personally have not had the opportunity to speak to a loved one or acquaintance about an addiction. Research shows when confronting a person with a problem; it takes preparation, patience, and being totally honest with that individual. Talking to someone with a dependency is something that most people avoid because people like myself would not want others mending in our lives; we, even, tend to believe that it is not our problem how much our f... ... middle of paper ... ...was able to. Thus, what did start out as a simple little habit became an addiction to nicotine.
I figured I was just bad at sleeping, but I learned in class that I have insomnia. I can’t sleep throughout the night, and it takes me hours to even fall asleep in the first place. So to help cure my insomnia, I tried all of these things. I conducted a mini experiment that lasted four days. I made sure that I was using my bed for sleep only.
I just try to face the fight within one day at a time and it seems to be going okay. Sometimes, I get the urge to cut but I tell myself that I don’t need it. But, sometimes I just want someone to hug me, and tell me that everything is going to be okay. No one does and it gets to me. I’ve learned that no one will be there like I am for myself because no one wants to.
The book says, “I was only thirteen, and they were going to have me psychoanalyzed and all, because broke all the windows in the garage. I don't blame them. I really don't. I slept in the garage the night he died, and I broke all the goddam windows with my fist, just for the hell of it” (Salinger 39). This was probably a result of Holden realizing that his brother was really gone forever.
Then after a while, my parents and friends’ forgot about it. But to me, it appeared like each image and every note was embossed on my mind. I repress those thoughts out of my head, as I get ready to babysit five-month old son, Michael, every Friday. But when I got there he was already asleep, so I sat down on the sofa and turned the TV on. After a while, my phone vibrated in my hand and it was a text from Christian, my boyfriend.
Just got home from another week of listening to my grandparents curse each other, smelling smoke every time I walked in the house and having the smell of smoke every time I left, while listening to my sister complain about my Dad every five minutes. This was life for me every other week at my Dad’s. I never knew though that that night of my Mom’s week was going to be the worst night of my life. That night began as every other Sunday night. I threw my stuff in my room, grabbed something to eat, but instead of going to bed and getting a good night’s sleep.
There are some big events that can leave us traumatized for life. How we deal with the issue is all tied to our mind. In the book, The Catcher in the Rye, Holden is a teenager who has suffered the trauma of losing a brother. Since then, he has been unable to find his place in life. Holden described the aftermath of that day, "I was only thirteen, and they were going to have me psychoanalyzed and all, because I broke all the windows in the garage"(Salinger 38-39).
Also learning that a close friend is in danger or has died can cause this type of anxiety disorder (What Is A Depressive Disorder?). This condition is one of several known as an anxiety disorder. One significant event in Holden’s life that is a factor for his mental illness is the death of his brother Allie. When Holden found out, “[He] was only thirteen and they were going to have [him] psychoanalyzed and all, the night [Allie] died, and [he] broke all the windows with [his] fist, just for the hell of it” (Salinger 39). Holden’s brother died of leukemia and at the time he did not know how to properly deal with the situatio... ... middle of paper ... ...work hard on it, because as of now, he is always talking about Allie as if he was still alive.
The Pacers were down by twenty in the fourth quarter, and I couldn't bear to watch anymore. I threw the remote at the bright screen and everything suddenly became dark. The only light in the house came from the flashing red light on the answering machine. Three messages from co-workers and one from my boss asking about my absence at the plant. It was only 9:30, but I decided to go to bed early since the television was broken.
He was given another dose of a sedative which caused him to be extremely disoriented the following morning, yet his old self was still shining through. “Papaw,” I asked upon arriving in his room that morning, “Why are you so tired today?” “Because I made 300 faustnauhts last night.” He replied without hesitation. Now, I can imagine that anyone would be tired from that, but where my grandfather came up with the word “faustnauht” instead of “donut”, I’ll never know. On Christmas Eve, after spending eleven days in the same hospital bed, he lost circulation in his left leg and had to undergo surgery.