Personal Narrative: The Best Years Of Your Life

The “Best Years of Your Life” My life is a bit different from what we call “normal”. While most teens my age were going to school dances, kicking it with their boyfriends or killing it on the sports field. I on the other hand was in a hospital bed trying to feel somewhat normal. I just have to say that it wasn’t always like this for me. I was once your normal teen, talking to guys, destroying the soccer field and going out and partying on the weekends. That only lasted for a short time tho. And this is where my story begins.
The day that changed my life forever was October 2. That day will forever be etched into my brain. It started off as a normal day. I was a high school sophomore having fun and loving life. Hey, I just got out of class! …show more content…
My outlook on life was never the same again. Pain takes a piece out of you. Being in chronic pain 24 hours a day seven days a week takes a whole chunk out of you. When my pain took away everything that I loved, I crashed. I had no clue what to do. I did not know of a life without constant sports. I had no clue how to be someone who was not constantly going from place to place. I was in so much pain to the point where I would lie in a pitch black silent room. I could not walk or talk to anyone because of the tremendous pain. I felt alone in my fight. No one knew what I was going through. I was in so much pain, I could not sleep or even eat. I would sit on the bathroom floor and scream because of the pain. I would wonder why this happened to me. I could not understand why I was not able to take one breath of air without pain. The unknown killed me from the inside out. Another one of the biggest contributors to my depression was my sister. She did not believe that I could be in so much pain. She could not fathom the pain I was going through. She would tell me that I was faking the pain for attention and that I needed to get up and go back to my normal life like everyone else. She did not care about my pain for the first year. A whole year. Everyday I had to fight her with the fact that I could not do my normal activities. Everyday I had to try to convince her that I truly was in pain. Nothing is worse than someone who doesn’t believe …show more content…
School was by far the hardest thing to juggle. I was about three months into the school year and I couldn’t push any harder. I was fighting my part of the equation the hardest. While my teachers were not. I was only attending school at the most, once a week. Luckily my school used Ipads for everything. I would do my best to turn in every assignment. I did every homework assignment. I took every test. I constantly emailed my teachers and classmates for anything I missed. Yet, my teachers never did their part. I eventually met with my counselor about my future. What she said will be forever be stuck in my brain. I can remember sitting in her dimly litted office with a picture of her son on her computer screen. She sat there with a yellow cardigan and black shirt staring at me. She sat there and twiddled her fingers for a second, while flipping through my file. She looked up at me with her dark brown eyes and said “Morgan, I don’t know how you are going to do this. I don’t think you can graduate. I think the best option for you is to drop out and give up.” My face dropped. She was one of my favorite teachers at the school. Let alone, she was my varsity soccer coach and one of my sisters biggest supporters. I could not believe what had just come out of her mouth. I had worked my tail off to get this far and someone I trusted to believe in me the most was telling me to give up. I became quick to anger. How dare she