Soft Obsidian/Slow Decay: A Story Of My Life

Unlike most people I know, I don't like to talk about myself, my family, or my life. The fact that I have to write about myself is terrifying because I do not know how to express myself. Talking about my life just makes me feel uncomfortable, mainly because I don’t like sharing much about my personal life. I've found it easier to not talk about it to avoid questions I won’t want to answer. But I’ve come to realize that everything happens for a reason. There is a reason I took this Ethnics Studies class, read the articles I was assigned to read, and am writing a story about my life relating to the articles. The articles we read for class really made me think about my life and how I would like to change it for a better future. Writing about my …show more content…
“Soft Obsidian/Slow Decay” reminded my a lot of my brother and made the biggest impact in my life. If you were to see my brother and interact with him, you would never know he was struggling with addiction just like the author of the article. My brother is the sweetest and loving person in the world. He has always done everything in his power to protect me from everything and everyone. He would always tell me that he wanted to quit but that it was really hard for him and he was afraid of what our family would think. He knew he had a problem and was ready to seek help. I knew when he was using because when he would come home he would randomly have aggressive outbreaks. He would start arguing with my mom and start punching walls and throwing things. Knowing he needed help and there was nothing I could do for him except encourage him to seek help was hard. Knowing he was slowly killing himself was too much for me to handle. I would always ask him why he did drugs and he would tell me that they would help him forget about his problems and he enjoyed that even if it was for only a couple of …show more content…
It talked about how what goes on in the family affects the “children” (D). My parents got divorced when I was two years old so I don’t remember. When I was little I thought it was normal to have divorced parents, spend some holidays away from my mom, and to basically have two lives. The divorce affected my brother and sister the most because they were older and understood what was happening. Since my mom was usually never home because she worked three jobs in order to be able to provide for us, both my brother and sister began to rebel. Sister got pregnant at 16, I was 4 at the time, and ran away when she turned 18. We didn’t hear from her in almost 4 years. My mom tried to report a missing persons report but the police said there was nothing they could do because she was 18. When my brother got to Jr. High, he started hanging out with the wrong crowd and lead him to his drug addiction. My mom went into depression which affected me tremendously because I was the youngest and spent the most time with her. Seeing my mom cry all the time made me realize I was her only hope. I always did my best in school so i would be able to go to college make my mom proud. I’ve almost accomplished my goal. Till this day I still do what I can to keep my mom

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