Nancy Bullard
ENC 1102 - 1227
12/1/17
Yours Truly
Every human had a childhood, and no two stories are the same. My story starts with growing up in a dysfunctional environment filled with a long history of neglectful parents. A toxic family of relatives suffering from chronic depression masked by alcoholism and drug abuse generation after generation. I never had the chance to learn what love meant or how it was supposed to feel. My emotions were constantly repressed by the endless negativity that surrounded me. I had no other choice but to raise myself by learning from those around me. And so, if I ever loved anyone imperfectly, it was myself.
My parents rarely, if ever, go involved in my personal life. I was born gifted, …show more content…
I wanted more out of life and I deserved better. My eyes were wide open with my second unplanned pregnancy. At the time, I didn’t know that my son would be the one to save my life, but I knew there was no way I could put myself through another termination. I worried a lot about the potentially harmful effects my addition could have on my unborn baby. It took me nearly six months to detox from the drugs and alcohol. The greatest challenge was that I had to do this alone. It was difficult to discard the negative emotions that weighed so heavily on my shoulders, nevertheless I succeeded. I found strength in becoming a mother. I was going to break the family cycle of negligence and become the parent I always wanted. And I …show more content…
I no longer look in the mirror with hatred. I have become more self-aware. What I see is me. Through self-reflection, I now have the awareness to make better choices, and understand that everything I see happening in my life is part of my reflection. I learned to accept myself. I had to accept that I hid my authentic self behind substances. I learned to forgive myself. Learning to forgive myself created a positive shift because I no longer blame myself for every situation gone wrong in my life. Today, I am completely recovered. I acknowledge that there is love all around me. This love comes from complete acceptance of myself and with recognizing that I am a perfectly imperfect human being. I released all self-judgment and in conclusion allow myself to be what I truly am. And so, if I ever loved anyone imperfectly, it was