Personal Narrative Essay: What I Want Out Of My Life

There are many things in one’s life that helps mold them into the adult they will soon be. Some events not only effect the happens to them at that very moment, but also what happens to them in the future. No memory or event is ever forgotten we just tend to push it in the back of our head so we won’t have to think about it. I can’t speak for everyone else, but that is exactly what I did. My life hadn’t been a walk in the park, but it also wasn’t the worse life possible. My mother and Father divorced at the age of 3 so I kind of bounced around a little. Since my father was in the military I seen a lot, but me bouncing around started a habit. Every time my mom did something that I did not agree with even though it was for my benefit I would

I applied to Michigan State, and was accepted. I was a psychology major with a minor in Japanese language. I was so excited about this journey that I was about to embark on , but I was not prepared for the trials and pressures that were soon to come along with this new found freeness. My first couple of months were rough. I couldn’t seem to make any friends whose interest were the same as mine. My life began to become a routine. I would; get up, go to class, grab a bite to eat and head to the library. There was no balance in my life. Second semester I was determined to have a balance. My life quickly went from a routine to a whirlpool. I met friends whose interest were nothing like mine, I began to party, and drink like it was juice. Though I was happy I made friends I grew into a depression that I didn’t know existed. I drank more and more. Partied more and more just to feel that temporary happiness. To feel wanted by a group of people that had no clue what I was interested in, nor did I care about theirs. All that mattered to me was the fulfillment when I was wanted even though it was in a negative matter. One day after a crazy night I had, I woke up washed my face and stared at myself in the mirror for ten minutes. I was afraid of the image that I had seen. I didn’t recognize my own reflection. The young women who a year before found happiness, and simplicity lost it all that fast for

Yes, he would give his opinion, and disagree most of the time, but he never stopped holding my hand. He is my brother. This guy’s confidence made me want to be just like him. Anything he wanted he went after it with no questions asked. That also applied to his personal life. You see my brother is Gay, and has never hidden that fact. I remember him always fighting because people would follow him home from the bus stop teasing, but that never deterred him from being who he was . As he got older he began excepting it way more, but my mother could never agree with the idea. Though she loved my brother she didn’t support his lifestyle, and that built tension in my family. My brother stopped coming around as often I would barely see him. Though my mom didn’t show any emotion about it I knew that it was tearing her up inside. She would call my brother, but no answer. She would make visits to his house, but he was never available. Little did we know something so traumatic would bring us all back together