Personal Narrative: My Abuse At Home

Every morning, I wake up in a house that has no connection to my childhood or even a connection to a year ago. At age eleven, I endured yelling and abuse at home. Bad grades and low attendance got me nowhere. The day I finally got the audacity to tell someone, I faced the reality of it. I wouldn’t be going back to my home or my family. I am a foster youth. I was placed in five to six homes within a five year period. Studies have shown that foster youth are more likely to be suspended, less likely to graduate and go to college, and are more likely to become homeless or go to jail. I faced these challenges. I still had to attend school and be labeled as someone who most likely would not succeed. At this point, my mental state yelled at me that I wouldn’t be good enough, that I couldn’t get past this challenge in my life. Dealing with this kind of stereotyping, along with …show more content…
Suffering from this, my body felt like it had been detached and replaced with different parts but I learned to fend this off. Even though I was forced out of my comfort zone, and at the time I didn’t know that it would help me excel, it has helped me become an exceptional version of myself. My body and mind coated with sadness and desolation; I gained courage to fix my broken wounds. I made myself a goal that transcended me. I was determined to graduate and go to college, and nothing could get in my way. I had to make myself believe that this phase in my life classified as temporary. And because of this, in my mind, I grew more self aware and confident. I learned to use extracurricular activities and school as a way out. I found picking myself back up and using foster care as an advantage rather than a drawback would be the only way out of my predicament. I learned that my capacity to recover quickly from these adverse conditions led me to be more