I know the prompt is way too broad. But I'd like to describe a fear that I had in the past, and how I changed, etc.
Please help me with this and some guidance to perfect this. Thank you so much!
There were great gusts of cold air blowing in as I walked under a curtain of darkness that draped the sky, starless. I could not focus.
A single soul used to exist inside me. 2017 was a defining year to remember. Upon my optimistic vision about a new life, however, something happened in a way that I had not expected.
I was bullied by a group of "friends" I spent my summer looking forward to meeting. I stood alone, looking at each of them slowly coming at me, then spit out an insult. I would ask them why, but they never answered. Everyday weighed upon me like a battle, and I was the only one who kept fighting. Mentally and physically, I was exhausted. I reached out for help from friends and even teachers. I felt like I was standing in the dark, but no one voluntarily pulled me out in the light. I was overwhelmed by a feeling of helplessness that resided in me, started to grow, and encompassed me entirely.
When I was seven, I saw a smaller girl than I stood in the sun for many hours asking for money, hands in hands with her little brother. When I was twelve, I saw my mom on the phone, crying. After that
I knew my grandma was hospitalized. She was a woman of struggle, who used to be very healthy just like yesterday, who now developed severe lung disease and was gasping for life. I could not help but resentful of my oblivion and helplessness. I saw my mom break down for the first time, except for the couraging words, I could not do anything else. The feeling of helplessness, I feared it. It did not go away but haunted me like a ghost.
She passed away. I had not properly said goodbye. I refused to let go of my grandmother, to accept the death I had not seen coming. I did not cry; I wanted to be the strong one, to be the one whom my mom could seek comfort and solace. A lot of things were racing through my mind. I lived in despair and neglected my beloved ones; I did not realize how much I had lost. Deep regrets and resentment with myself led me to the realization that later granted me freedom. I did not want to dwell on the past, to live a life directed by the others. I did not want to live in despair or regret. I did not want the feeling of helplessness to trap me in the world of the impossible. Therefore, I needed to take action.
I started to take defense for myself, criticized those who bullied me, and the bystanders' apathy. It was a long time, and I was still the only one who kept fighting in the battle. I got my first win! From the desperate efforts to the determined goals, the bullied were kept in detention. I got my very first friends who could not stand such blindness resurfacing but stood up for me. I started to open up; it took me a long time to relieve the pain of loss. From my grandmother, I collected the memory of her life, her optimism, and her kindness. I collected her years of agony and suffering, years of never giving up. From my grandmother, I learned about life, to cherish every moment, and to beat the fear of helplessness.
Even under the expanse of darkness, I found my galaxy in which every aspect of me shines like a star. I, too, deserve the night sky.
Please help me with this and some guidance to perfect this. Thank you so much!
I found my galaxy
There were great gusts of cold air blowing in as I walked under a curtain of darkness that draped the sky, starless. I could not focus.
A single soul used to exist inside me. 2017 was a defining year to remember. Upon my optimistic vision about a new life, however, something happened in a way that I had not expected.
I was bullied by a group of "friends" I spent my summer looking forward to meeting. I stood alone, looking at each of them slowly coming at me, then spit out an insult. I would ask them why, but they never answered. Everyday weighed upon me like a battle, and I was the only one who kept fighting. Mentally and physically, I was exhausted. I reached out for help from friends and even teachers. I felt like I was standing in the dark, but no one voluntarily pulled me out in the light. I was overwhelmed by a feeling of helplessness that resided in me, started to grow, and encompassed me entirely.
When I was seven, I saw a smaller girl than I stood in the sun for many hours asking for money, hands in hands with her little brother. When I was twelve, I saw my mom on the phone, crying. After that
I knew my grandma was hospitalized. She was a woman of struggle, who used to be very healthy just like yesterday, who now developed severe lung disease and was gasping for life. I could not help but resentful of my oblivion and helplessness. I saw my mom break down for the first time, except for the couraging words, I could not do anything else. The feeling of helplessness, I feared it. It did not go away but haunted me like a ghost.
She passed away. I had not properly said goodbye. I refused to let go of my grandmother, to accept the death I had not seen coming. I did not cry; I wanted to be the strong one, to be the one whom my mom could seek comfort and solace. A lot of things were racing through my mind. I lived in despair and neglected my beloved ones; I did not realize how much I had lost. Deep regrets and resentment with myself led me to the realization that later granted me freedom. I did not want to dwell on the past, to live a life directed by the others. I did not want to live in despair or regret. I did not want the feeling of helplessness to trap me in the world of the impossible. Therefore, I needed to take action.
I started to take defense for myself, criticized those who bullied me, and the bystanders' apathy. It was a long time, and I was still the only one who kept fighting in the battle. I got my first win! From the desperate efforts to the determined goals, the bullied were kept in detention. I got my very first friends who could not stand such blindness resurfacing but stood up for me. I started to open up; it took me a long time to relieve the pain of loss. From my grandmother, I collected the memory of her life, her optimism, and her kindness. I collected her years of agony and suffering, years of never giving up. From my grandmother, I learned about life, to cherish every moment, and to beat the fear of helplessness.
Even under the expanse of darkness, I found my galaxy in which every aspect of me shines like a star. I, too, deserve the night sky.
