Learning To Live Research Paper

To Live I am asked to talk about something or someone that had personal meaning to my life, but to me the thing that has the carries the most importance is my life itself. I know that this is strange for some to understand why living is so meaningful when its usally the one thing that is taken for guranted. I am not lucky in that way to take it for guranted because every breath I take can be my last and never knowing if I will wake the next day. So here is my story and I warn you that not all is nice that you will read but I am not one to give you half truths. When I was a child I had a very sheltered life. I wasn’t allowed to go to friends houses until my pre-teen years, only allowed to watch certain programs on television, and only allowed …show more content…
My emotions where every where. My parents were fighting. My dad was beating my mom and my sister was turning into herself more in more that she was more of a ghost of a person. I was getting in trouble in school and it got to the point that I was to start therapy or get kicked out of school. I was thirteen at this point and was so tired. I had night terrors every night. I wanted it to end. That was when I tried to kill myself. The following few weeks I was institutionalized. I worked on getting better and learning I had Bi-Polar Disorder with major Depression. Over the next two years, things started to get a little better. I stayed away from home although my brother no longer lived with us but he and my cousin was always close by. So I joined anything I could to keep me away. My sister was working by then and my mother always was at work. My dad had a job out of town and I didn’t want to be alone. I was into the church I thought things were getting better. Then I started getting sick. I was tired, I lost an extreme amount of weight, I couldn’t hold any food down, every time I use the bathroom there was blood and I hurt all the …show more content…
I was in and out of hospitals and trying to raise my daughter on my own. When I was twenty I met my husband. He never saw my faults he supported me through it all. We were friends for two years before we started dating and soon after we were living together. I few years later we talked about kids and went to a specialist to see if I could conceive. I had to slowly get off all my medication and started taking fertility treatments along with surgeries before I was finally able to conceive. My pregnancy wad worst then the first. I lived at the hospital and had to have several surgeries while pregnant. I had my baby girl in May. She was so small but she was a jewel. I had to have a hysterectomy shortly after the pregnancy did too much harm to ever try and have another child. Two months later I had a stroke.I still to this day can not tell you what happen those first 48 hours. I don’t think I want to know. This began a long recovery. I had to learn to use my left side again, to speak, and to write. Hours of physical therapy and therapy to get my mind and body right. After 14 months I finally started to be myself again. During therapy, I realized that My life is not in my hands and that I should just live every day as my last. It was like a light bulb went off in my head. I have been through so much to just go through the motions. It was time for me to start living