Personal Narrative: My Summer Of Sophomore

“I am not proud of my mistakes but i’m proud that i learned from them which made me a better person today” (Anmol Andore). The summer of Sophomore year things took a fall for me. Before I realized what was going on it was too late. It frustrated me the most that I allowed myself to get to this point because I couldn’t turn things around. Let me tell you, rock bottom is the worst place to be.
Throughout my entire life, when things got hard I pushed people away. Usually I could bottle things up and everything would be okay but then suddenly nothing was okay. I felt a rush of dejection and from that point on nothing would be soluble. I didn’t know what was wrong or why I felt the way i did. Everyday was the exact same for me, at least until my mom noticed something was up. She attempted to talk to me but nothing grasped my attention. The more she tried the more I distanced myself from this poor excuse of a world. At first my mom wasn’t pushing me to talk to her but then she started demanding me to answer her questions. She wasn't pleased with my answers. As much as anyone tried to understand it was impractical and she knew that. This is when she announced to me that I had to start …show more content…
As I surveyed the room I realized that everyone around me looked nothing like me and I felt as if I didn’t belong. I observed my mom as she filled out the paperwork. She was answering all the questions about me and there wasn’t much she didn’t know about me, at least that's what she thought. I was lost in thought until I heard someone call my name, “Emily.” The therapist greeted me and took me back into a room. The room was compacted with a beaten-up sofa and a cherry wood desk with an oversized chair pushed under it. On the walls were a little about her, from pictures, to flags, and stickers. It gave me a sense of who she was. One sticker caught my eye and from that point I knew it was okay to express to her who I really