Personal Narrative: The Cycle Of Liberation

I have never thought about what I could do or am able to do. For the entirety of my time of middle school, I wondered how I could live on if my mother truly died. Each passing day, while I continued living “normally”, during the times I had nothing to do, the thought tortured my mind. It occurred to me, I really was “useless”. I became silent, fearing to hurt others and myself. I distanced myself from my elementary school friends. I lost the confidence I had as a child. The bright cheery personality I once had morphed into sadness and pain. Most importantly, I lost a purpose for living. For the first time of my life, I realized how much I hated the silence. Even listening to the howling wind would be better than nothing. Everyday at recess, I “played” with new “friends”. I forced myself to enjoy it, but deep inside, I felt nothing. I could not smile from the bottom of my heart. It was then that I realized that the first thing that I ever understood was what it meant to fear and fall into …show more content…
However, being able to realize how people pretend in order to succeed and confronting my horrible past shaped me to become a kind, caring, and most importantly, a honest person. It is from this history, I am able to read and understand people’s personalities, views, and feelings. It is also from this history that my handful of friends know that I will be loyal to them forever. This personal narrative is not another “redemption story” (Beck, 2015) for people to look over, view as interesting, and toss aside. While one may think I will be outside, advocating honesty, that is something I will not do. I will remain quiet, watching, waiting for someone who have lost their way to extend my hand to. This narrative is a story that I want only the people who suffered or growing young children to read in hopes of helping them take their first steps into the Cycle of