Me One

FORGIVING OURSELVES I know more people who have had trouble with this than I can name. This is one of the issues that people I have worked with in recovery have shared with me, “how do I forgive myself for what I have done”? That is a great question and not an easy one to answer. I have an old friend, an elderly gentleman. He always keeps it simple and says “if you want to feel good, do good” so one of the ways we can start to feel better about ourselves is to begin to perpetuate good things…

shop in the mall. I got one call back but didn’t end up making the cut. Sadly, my worst nightmare came true I had to take the plunge and apply at fast food restaurants. A few days later, I received a call from McDonald’s wanting to set up an interview. I went in for the interview a few days later, and was offered the job on the spot. I have been working at McDonalds for two years, and this is the best job I’ve ever had! McDonalds gives me flexible work hours, and helps me with career development…

to my family. The old Arian wouldn't have cared about what my family thought of me. I was too busy roaming the streets trying to find more money than I had as a kid. I guess nothing much has changed since then. In my opinion, everything happened too swiftly before I knew it, I got used to bargain for clothes, food, etc. One thing that I was not prepared for was the tantalizing that I would get from the people around me. No, not just, that but how otherworldly homeless people can be compared to…

volunteering. One of my favorite memories is when on of the moms used to always thank me for watching her little son Elijah. She was so kind to me, she did not have to be kind. She was going through a lot, and she took her time to be kind and have conversations with me. I have not seen her for a long time, but I remember her appreciation. Another one of my favorite parts of my service is seeing the moms at church. A lot of them recognize me and thank me. Some of the kids recognize me and smile…

I will be referencing two parties involved in this conflict, party one being myself and party two being my parents, my sister Michaela, and best friends Alyssa, Nicole, and Mary. The conflict began when my sister and friends came to my parents questioning my mental and physical health. After about a week of my parents intensely watching my every move, and continuously bringing me food, they sat me down and confronted me on the issue at hand. They began with saying that some of my friends are…

After continuing a story for 1,001 nights, during this time bearing three sons, she finishes with a plea. She addresses the King as “O King of the time and unique one of the age and the tide,” flattering him while then putting herself in a humble and uniquely female position of “thine handmaid.” Before she pleads her case, she continues onto ask “May I then make bold to crave a boon of Thy Highness?” (Burton, 249)…

reflection. I looked like the lost, rag doll you keep in your attic, after realizing she's no longer full of life. My depression had altered me, for the worse. I knew I needed help, but I was too afraid to ask for it. I lived in an illusion, choosing not to acknowledge the elephant in the room. I continued walking around like a lifeless zombie, smelling like one too probably. I didn't have the desire to do anything, sleep was my only comfort. I had been diagnosed with major depression…

Autobiography During my life time I used a lot of technology and a there has also been a huge advancement in technology over the past two decades. For example computers were created and modernized to fit its growing consumer base, this consumer base including me and my friends. I have used computer since a very young age, learning stuff from my dad since a very young age as well, my dad worked fixing computer for my younger years, and it was always interesting how he got rid of viruses. Adobe…

My face would be blank as I stared into the emptiness of a white wall thinking, “I swear to god it’s making fun of me if it could talk.” I could feel my brain sautéing from all the depression. The sharp agonizing pain that never went away in my lower abdomen would make me cringe and cry. It felt as if a knife grazed the inside of my muscle, then didn’t take the time to warn you as it pushed down. In all reality it was hell, fiery burning hell;…

people who need the help of others, but a choice is always personal. That 's why I have the courage do try new things or “volunteer as tribute” when I see fit, because I look inside me for the right choice. My bravery shows when a task is asked upon my peers and myself, and I stand up first. Among my friends, I am the one they look to when something needs to be done. Although I have encouraged them to make personal decisions, they lead in their own way. Aside from my morals, my physical…