Writing Rehab (Personal Essay)
15 April 2013
When given this assignment to describe what kind of writer I am, I panicked. I spent hours staring at a blank page, trying to decide whether to fabricate a story, describe my feelings of inadequacy in the area of writing or simply drop this class. The truth is my past is very blurry, I may have been an excellent writer at one time in my life, but the chances of me remembering that are very slim. So this is not so much a story from my life, it is more of the story of why I can’t remember my life.
I was seventeen, on vacation with my mom. Like every teenager I was anxious to get back home, but I wasn’t like most normal teenagers. When we were fifteen minutes outside of Salem we …show more content…
With no possible way to find out the answers to my questions, it forced me to sit with my thoughts, and in some ways, find out the answers to more important questions like, who am I as a person? Do I want to stay clean from drugs? What will my life look like if I don’t? When will I get a shower? I would spend all the time I could, writing in my journal; when we would stop for short breaks during our trek; at night before group and sometimes, even during group.
As I progressed in the program, it felt as though going home was getting nothing but further and further away. So I focused all my energy on getting my high school diploma. What some people don’t realize, when I tell them I spent my senior year in a boarding school, is that it was a drug treatment boarding school. There, the focus was less on academics, and more on therapy for troubled adolescents. Not only did I miss out on my actual high school experience by simply not going, I received my high school diploma strictly doing workbooks with multiple choice homework and quizzes, rather than senior projects and college preparation. This made it possible to walk with my graduating class, but at the time, I was so shocked that I accomplished something I believed I was incapable of doing, I failed to realize that while I had earned my diploma, I hadn’t been held to the higher standards of a traditional high school.
Quickly after graduating the program I was back to my old ways, and