Annie Lucas
HON 1700
Personal Narrative Essay
22 September 2017
My entire life had led up to this very moment, one that I had painted much differently in my mind. I knew that it was this day that I would forever step out of the dark, lonely closet and accept myself for who I am. I promised that I would never deny myself the right to live life as my true self ever again. However, this giant leap into freedom wasn’t so relieving as I had thought it would be. My world started to crumble around me, leaving me helpless, hopeless and alone. Coming out to my religious, conservative mother was the hardest thing I have ever done.
This day, thought to be more magical than any trip to Disney, soon turned into one of the worst days of my life. I thought that I was going to have this jolt of energy or some huge boulder would be lifted off my back; however, my imagination and reality were in complete disagreement. As my mom and I …show more content…
I never imagined a day where my mom wouldn’t love me back. She taught me how to stay afloat, even when life was dragging me down. In this moment, I figured that I had reached my capacity for happiness; I thought that this was God telling me that I had my lifetime of joy in only seventeen years. It was then that I decided I deserved to live either in completely sorrow and agony, punishing myself for the pain I caused my mother, or not at all. The scars soon covered my legs and arms but were nothing compared to the gaping hole in my heart. I was completely and utterly broken.
In reality, no one word could describe how I was feeling; I was a numb and empty human yet so full of emotions and regrets. As I lied in my bathtub, I contemplated life and death. I thought how it would be so easy to float away, to drift off into nothingness. I had every control of whether that moment was my very last. I was ready; my heartbeat was slow, my breaths were deep, and my eyes were shut. I was convinced this was the
HON 1700
Personal Narrative Essay
22 September 2017
My entire life had led up to this very moment, one that I had painted much differently in my mind. I knew that it was this day that I would forever step out of the dark, lonely closet and accept myself for who I am. I promised that I would never deny myself the right to live life as my true self ever again. However, this giant leap into freedom wasn’t so relieving as I had thought it would be. My world started to crumble around me, leaving me helpless, hopeless and alone. Coming out to my religious, conservative mother was the hardest thing I have ever done.
This day, thought to be more magical than any trip to Disney, soon turned into one of the worst days of my life. I thought that I was going to have this jolt of energy or some huge boulder would be lifted off my back; however, my imagination and reality were in complete disagreement. As my mom and I …show more content…
I never imagined a day where my mom wouldn’t love me back. She taught me how to stay afloat, even when life was dragging me down. In this moment, I figured that I had reached my capacity for happiness; I thought that this was God telling me that I had my lifetime of joy in only seventeen years. It was then that I decided I deserved to live either in completely sorrow and agony, punishing myself for the pain I caused my mother, or not at all. The scars soon covered my legs and arms but were nothing compared to the gaping hole in my heart. I was completely and utterly broken.
In reality, no one word could describe how I was feeling; I was a numb and empty human yet so full of emotions and regrets. As I lied in my bathtub, I contemplated life and death. I thought how it would be so easy to float away, to drift off into nothingness. I had every control of whether that moment was my very last. I was ready; my heartbeat was slow, my breaths were deep, and my eyes were shut. I was convinced this was the