Troubling Adversity: Personal Narrative Analysis

Throughout my life, I have experienced many situations that one could consider troubling adversity. For the first few years of my life my parents were the most important people to me - but, around age six, they fell under addiction to methamphetamines and my grandmother took me and my three siblings in. Living with her was a peak in my life, but this temporary feeling of security declined when I was ten and my grandmother received terrible news - she had severe lung cancer. With these news I was moved to my aunt’s house with seven other children; four of her own, plus my mother’s four. This caused a great deal of hassle for her, as it would anyone in this circumstance. Yet she had no outlet for her stress, other than name-calling the older children living under her roof. Soon after I turned 11, my parents signed the divorce papers and my grandmother was lost to cancer. My mother, who was lost in the sorrow of losing a mother and a husband in one year, moved into a barn – where her mind was burdened with insanity. Once I reached age 13 I became the focus of abuse
My aunt’s family did not take the news lightly – I was still contacted in alternative ways daily and called derogatory terms. I stayed in my room, which at the time had no furniture, no paint, but I renovated it completely to create a place where I could finally feel untroubled and secure. My father and stepmother would bring food to my room and check on me daily, something that never happened in my aunt’s house. I eventually trusted them enough to allow them to drive me to a doctor to receive an official diagnosis. With the aid of medication and therapy I’m now almost completely healed. Contrary to where I was, I now have a job that requires me to talk to strangers all day. I am extremely proud of myself for putting myself in situations I may not enjoy, such as going to school, waiting on tables, or ordering my own food, to allow myself to