For most of my life, I always thought that pain was inevitable. To this day, I still think of pain as a necessity in my everyday life. However, over time, I’ve realized that while pain is unavoidable and going through horrible things is bound to happen, I sometimes have to go through really bad experiences, to get the most out of life. I sometimes have to go through those horrible things, to find the good things waiting for me at the end of the storm. I believe that I have to go through really horrible situations to see all of the beautiful parts of the rest of life.
My first life changing experience with pain came when I was around the age of three. My father, who was supposed to be a man protecting me, chose alcohol over the very thing he …show more content…
I began to hate everything about myself, and my life. I felt as if I lost everyone that was supposed to care about me. I began to find comfort in being alone. I felt at peace sitting by myself for hours, not talking, not moving, not even blinking. I became very depressed. I shut myself off from the world, and I isolated myself from those who tried to help me. Eventually, I began to have suicidal thoughts, and, in the least of terms, committing suicide was on my mind more than anything else. I attempted my own death three times by the time I was fifteen, and the last time, I nearly succeeded. My mother found me in the bathroom, and her screaming my name was the last thing I remembered before I woke up hours later. She was watching me when I woke up, and she was crying, holding onto my hand as if letting go would kill her. A few hours later, when I was awake enough to become aware of everything going on, my mother came up to me and begged me to listen to her. She gave me a notebook, and a pen, and she told me to write something, anything, because at the very least, it could help me feel better. She told me about a time in her life when she tried to commit suicide, but how writing helped her get better. It saved her. She begged me to try it, at least once, and then she walked
My first life changing experience with pain came when I was around the age of three. My father, who was supposed to be a man protecting me, chose alcohol over the very thing he …show more content…
I began to hate everything about myself, and my life. I felt as if I lost everyone that was supposed to care about me. I began to find comfort in being alone. I felt at peace sitting by myself for hours, not talking, not moving, not even blinking. I became very depressed. I shut myself off from the world, and I isolated myself from those who tried to help me. Eventually, I began to have suicidal thoughts, and, in the least of terms, committing suicide was on my mind more than anything else. I attempted my own death three times by the time I was fifteen, and the last time, I nearly succeeded. My mother found me in the bathroom, and her screaming my name was the last thing I remembered before I woke up hours later. She was watching me when I woke up, and she was crying, holding onto my hand as if letting go would kill her. A few hours later, when I was awake enough to become aware of everything going on, my mother came up to me and begged me to listen to her. She gave me a notebook, and a pen, and she told me to write something, anything, because at the very least, it could help me feel better. She told me about a time in her life when she tried to commit suicide, but how writing helped her get better. It saved her. She begged me to try it, at least once, and then she walked