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The Stage that Changed Everything
Imagine you walk into an abandoned house with rats scratching at the floorboards and mold eating away at the foundation of the walls, you feel your body reacting to the stench of the living room involuntarily causing you to hold back tears in your eyes. You then look over at your mother expecting the same intense reaction, but all you see are her lips forming the words, “We’ll take it!”—surprising everyone, even the landlord that's renting us this horrific home. This was my entire childhood and every house that we moved to from day one only got worse. In my experience, life is all about changes. Just when you think nothing will change, everything does. Growing up, I didn’t have a very healthy childhood. My family was very dysfunctional, and I felt as if I didn’t belong anywhere. Looking back, I would’ve never even considered joining theatre based on everything going on around me; luckily had the opportunity to walk through those dimly lit doors to the stage that would change my life forever. Theatre helped me overcome my shyness while creating powerful friendships and changing my life for the better.
By Shana McKie6 years ago in Motivation
World Around Me
Ever since I was in the 6th grade, I've had problems with people and the world. I got bullied by people and soon I found myself bullying kids in my school. In 6th grade, I started out as a good kid, and then I guess something clicked in my mind. I found myself running away from home; I really don't know why though. I had a good family and lots of people to help me in life. Kids didn't want to talk to me after that went down. I really didn't blame them for not wanting to talk to me. It was the summer after 6th grade going into my 7th-grade year. My family wanted to move to help my grandma out with her farm. Summer went well, I really thought I had changed over the summer. The first day at my new school was going well, I didn't talk to many kids that day. And no one talked to me for the whole day. It was getting to the end of the semester when I started doing drugs and getting into a lot of trouble. I was getting mad at my parents a lot and didn't feel like anyone loved me. People hated me at school and people knew how they could get to me and my feelings. I started cutting, almost daily, hurting myself. It wasn't going to help me at all and I knew that. My family found out and I was so mad. I met this guy, let us just call him John and no that's not his real name. John was 4 years older than me, I liked him and he liked me. We knew that we would never be together but when I told him I didn't want to be home, he took the time to pick me up and hang out with me. I really don't know why though. He was nice and sweet. Things got out of hand that night and I think we regretted all of it but he soon found our selves dating and no one liked that. Sooner or later we broke up. I went back to my old ways of drinking and smoking pot. I stopped because I knew if I didn't, I would be just like my dad. The summer after 7th grade I wanted to change myself so I did. I stopped smoking and talked to people about what I've done in my life and it helped me a lot. The 8th-grade year rolled around, I find my self-being liked by a lot of kids and lots of the teachers at my school. Leadership and 4-H came into my life and I've found something I could do with my life and not spend all my time drinking and wasting my life away. I'm happy with what I've done with my life and now I may have changed with future leaders and helping a lot more than I thought I could. This just shows that if you don't have a good life now you could change and become something that everyone likes and what you want to be. Thank You for reading this. Have a great day!
By Clarice Capps6 years ago in Motivation
The Silver Lining
Growing up, until the age of eight years old my life was so, so unbelievably normal. I can't tell you the things I would do to get that life back, because I can't get it back. What I can do, though, is explain how things changed for me and how I've learned from them.
By Tay Cuthbert6 years ago in Motivation
The Pain of Regret
“The pain of discipline or the pain of regret.” This is a sentence I heard in some “take over your life” motivational videos that you come across on Facebook or something. I wrote this line down and saved it in my notes because I thought I could turn it into some dumb motivational story of my own. I honestly don’t remember when I saved it, but here I am weeks or even months later, and it’s now truly making some sense.
By Vincent Graziano6 years ago in Motivation
Satiated-Healing Anxious Attachment
Who is ready to join me in my healing journey? I am asking myself the question: how do you love and let go? I am a giver. When I think about what compels me to act this way, a lot of it has to do with making people like me. I have a strong want to make people feel safe in my presence, and I was very hard on myself within my perfectionism. Some has to do with being a black woman. There is always a stigma by just existing. I carry with me a hypersensitivity and awareness of the feelings of others. Some may say that is the characteristic of an empath! An empath can take on the feelings of others as their own, and this compels them to conform to the wishes of others. I am working on reversing these tendencies within myself so that I can cultivate more self-love. It feels like a push and pull to the wishes of others sometimes not willingly, and this is a recipe to lose yourself. Some may relate to these feelings. We try so hard to people please that we lie to ourselves telling others that we are ok, until we explode in the build up of our contained/ bubbling anger, fear, or jealousy.
By SAYHERNAME Morgan Sankofa6 years ago in Motivation
The Key to This Life
Those of us who have suffered loss, tragedy, and lived a not so stellar life are very familiar with hindsight or we never truly overcome it. The point where you can say you’ve been granted an epiphany of understanding the situations you’ve endured, and can grasp acceptance is all thanks to the mysterious and necessary gift of hindsight.
By Angela Brigance-Vance6 years ago in Motivation
The Story of How I Broke My Face
April 20th, 2018 was just an average day for me. I went to school, ate lunch with my friends and then went with my team to my softball game. What I didn’t know was that on that day, my life would be changed forever. It was our first state game, away, about thirty minutes from our school. The game started off well. We were at bat first and scored a couple runs. Once we had three outs, we switched. We took the field and I warmed up pitching, and once the catcher threw it down, the second half of the inning began. First batter: three strikes and she was out. Second batter: ground ball, and she was thrown out. As the third batter stepped up to the plate, I was determined to strike her out and end the inning—until she hit the ball, at almost 100mph, from about 37 feet away, at my face. At first I didn’t know what happened because it was so quick; until I realized I couldn't open my left eye. My glove fell off and put my hand to my face, only to feel something wet and warm gushing down my face. Blood. Immediately I just screamed. At the top of my lungs, just screamed. Screamed in fear and in pain. I went down on one knee in agony. My coaches and father rushed to me trying to help, but what could they do? The trainer came and I was given ice and an ambulance called. Terrified, I opened my right eye only to see the dirt covered in blood, my pants and socks stained red. I waited almost twenty minutes for the ambulance to arrive, although it felt like forever. While waiting, I interrogated the trainer asking thousands of questions including if I would ever be able to see again. The scariest part was that he didn’t know.
By Remi Robertson6 years ago in Motivation
Fear Is Strong, Drive Is Stronger
I have not written in a long time but I needed a better outlet to do it. This last year has been amazing and sucked all at the same time. I have been dumped, broken off with people, lost friends, but I have also discovered a new side of myself that I forgot existed. Eight years ago I picked up my life and moved to Hawaii for school. I was terrified that I would not make friends. I was all alone and I knew no one. It took a few weeks and I found a group of friends that I still consider family. They got me out adventuring. Hiking in places I never would have gone on my own. I learned that some things about myself I never knew existed. I could climb up rocks, swim in rivers, hike mountains... then something changed in me. I got into a funk. I was in a long term relationship, and we lost our selves. I started becoming afraid to do things on my own. I wouldn't even go shopping alone. It was bad. We broke things off and I started to get better... for awhile. But a few months later, I fell into another long term relationship; except this was different. We stayed together for three and a half years, moved across an ocean together.
By Allie Cornett6 years ago in Motivation