Personal Narrative Essay

Change. From the first breath inhaled to the last, we change hundreds, thousands, of millions of times throughout the entirety. These changes may not always be so obvious, whereas others are distinct. Change is inevitable, especially as the environment, technology, economy, and people develop. Us, human beings, are flexible, able to adapt and survive. However, as we adapt to these changes, we cannot let these changes compromise our beliefs and principles by which we abide and hold close to our hearts.
I know there have been plenty of times in my time where I’ve wanted nothing more than to lock myself up in my room and hide from change, especially as a young adolescent. At the shy age of thirteen, I had become so self-conscious of my appearance

During my sophomore year, I met an eccentric girl named Kerah. Over the span of only a month, she and I had become inseparable, two peas in a pod. Befriending Kerah, I changed even more so and I continued to blossom exponentially into someone who I never thought I would be, not even in a million years. Knowing Kerah, I had to courage to get back on the horse, literally. After having been kicked in the face by a racehorse, resulting in a broken nose, I had been too frightened to get back on. Once Kerah heard the story, she brought me to a local ranch and told me I had to get back on the horse, or I’d be submitting to my own fear and allowing it to control me, but I’d had enough of my fear and self-consciousness controlling me. I got back on. You want to know what else? I continued to get back on, and I learned how to ride again. With each mistake I made in the learning process, I made sure to practice daily until I got it right. In no time at all, Kerah and I would go riding for hours at a time. We walked, we trotted, we loped, we cantered, we galloped. Kerah and I spent countless summer days at that ranch together and, with each passing day, my confidence grew further and I loved who I had become. I was this lively, beautiful, quirky, loud, talkative girl at this point and I knew I’d found my true self, what I had worked so hard to

My mother always had unexplained health issues, but they worsened, tremendously. Her health had declined so far that she had become bedridden two or three weeks out of the month when her menstrual period came around. She would curl up in bed with severe abdominal cramping and bleeding. As my mother’s health declined, I became more worried and began staying nearer to my mother, as much as I possibly could, and I helped her in whatever way I could. I would help her with chores around the house, research natural remedies for her severe pains, and tend to her needs, while also maintaining my own life and achieving the best grades I could. This went on for another couple months until her condition worsened further and we had to call the ambulance. At that moment, I was a wreck. I felt helpless, like I couldn’t do anything to help her, but I knew in my heart that I did all that I possibly could, and I’d have to leave it up to the doctors. I hoped and prayed to God that they would find out why my mother was so ill. Almost as if he, God, answered to me, the doctors were finally able to diagnose my mother. Uterine fibroid. The doctor told my family that if my mother hadn’t been brought in sooner, she could have bled to death, as the fibroid had became irritated as it grew in size. After she’d been diagnosed, she was transferred to UC Irvine Medical Center where a top-notch gynecologist performed a