Personal Narrative: Facing My Demons

Everyone's experience in high school is inevitable. For most people, high school is the last few years before being driven to a cold and dark world. But for others it is to acquire skills to expand their intellectual possibilities and fight against daily battles. My high school adventure is these two hybrids. My general physics teacher is used to making my classmates and I stand in the room. Every morning he says to us, "Do not forget the children, I have reasons for you to stand up to respect this person more than you." He is like a fire gun to rule the world It acted on.

He did not ask me about my misfortune. In Indiana, we lived in RV and since then lived in our parents' basement, so we had a turbulent year together. We all changed job and faced the old devil. When we move to Florida together, all the pressure, tears, and fear accumulated before we move out should disappear. Finally, this is the story of survival and hope. If you told me four months ago that I am here today, then I will cause a panic attack on the spot. I can not convince myself that it is strong enough to survive everything I brought U Hole to Lakeland. But I am here, not only survived, but also very prosperous

As a technical recruiter - as an individual - I often deal with my biggest devil. That is why I put these cockroaches out of the closet and decided to share the way I faced one of the biggest concerns. It took me a long time to understand how my rejection was directly related to my growth and development in my work and private life.

In the last two months of my life, I learned a lot about life as much as myself. I have confronted the demons of the past, but they did not run away due to fear. I accepted my imperfect personality and gradually understood and respected the mortality rate of my body. I have found a sort of self-love that does not match any love I get from an external source. I learned to deal with things I do not like strangers as I need to face. I changed my mindset; life is rich, believe that my words created my reality, believe me, but I am still a person. I still have a bad day. I still feel that nobody really wants me. I think that it may not be enough yet. In a room full of loved ones, I still feel lonely; that does not matter. They went inside; these emotions and thoughts made me aware