Narrative Essay About My Life

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Who is Tiffany Danielle Rau? Well, if asked to, I could describe myself using three words: wise, caring and humble. My life has been far from perfect, but it’s my life. In the following narrative, you will learn about me and how my experiences have led to where I am now in life. I made my entrance to this world on September 11, 1992. I am one of 6 children. I have two brothers and two sisters. My outlook on life is very different now from how it was before. However, what remains the same is that I don’t like knowing that others feel sorry or pity on me. No matter how trying my life has been, especially my childhood, I don’t ever want someone to feel sorry for me. I am who I am, flaws and all.
I grew up in the small town of Houma, …show more content…

My father had been nonexistent in my life. It was strange that all of a sudden, he wanted to be around us. My mother agreed to his visit. She reluctantly said yes. That was one of the worst summers I’d experienced my entire life. It was a nightmare! I was sexually abused by my father the entire summer. My mother didn’t notice a change in my behavior, but thankfully my oldest sister noticed. She seemed to notice as soon as she returned home from work. She repeatedly asked me if anything happened and if anything was wrong. I was afraid and the only place in my home that I felt comfortable was in the closet. I would sleep in the closet to escape. I found solace in telling my sister everything. Unfortunately, telling my sister only seemed to make things …show more content…

When I reflect on how far I have come, it makes me sad. I want to cry. Every day I thank God for helping me overcome and triumph. I live my life based on my personal mantra “You live to learn and you must learn to keep living and move on with life.” The hardest thing for me though is to let go of my struggles. I often worry and dwell on my past experiences to the point that I want to just give up! I can’t give up though, I have come too far. When I am overwhelmed with worry I remember that I just trust in God and leave it all up to him. Another thing that worries me sometimes is how lonely I feel. I have no children, nor a partner. I long for someone to love and love me back, unconditionally. Despite me being lonely, I do have my

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