Personalessay Histoires

With this piece, I tried putting my deepest feelings into words - feelings that I have never really talked about with anyone. I feel like, it's mostly because of shame and feeling like I'll get judged. But with writing this piece, I also want to remind myself that I should at least try to give others a chance to get to me, otherwise I'll always end up alone.

Personal Essay

Diary of a Twenty-Something I don't really know what this is yet. Maybe a diary. Maybe a collection of things I've written when I couldn't sleep. Maybe all the thoughts that were too small for a conversation and too important to forget. These are pieces of my twenties - the people, places, endings, beginnings, mistakes, memories, grief, joy, and everything I'm still learning how to put into words. Consider this a record of becoming.

Heavy rain, high speeds, and highway chaos-Navigating Fear is a deeply personal account of driving anxiety in a storm. With immersive sensory detail and raw honesty, this story captures how fear travels through the body, and how moments of panic give way-slowly-to relief.

This is a story about a student who always achieved the first place in her class. Her class cheered for her, congratulated her every year. They were happy for her but she, she felt nothing, only blankness. This story is mine. My real life experience.

CONTENT WARNING: description of injury/blood. This is a memoir/personal narrative essay that I wrote for my Junior English class back in 2015. I ended up winning a Silver Key for it in the Maine Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, and had it published in a book: Maine Teen Writing 2016, a collection of works written by middle and high school students. It has its flaws, but this memoir helped me take the first big step to becoming a "real" writer. Enjoy! -Cierra L Anctil (P.S., I'm new to this whole Wattpad thing, so I couldn't figure out how to "tab" new paragraphs. Sorry if the formatting seems odd because of that!)

Mother Daughter Dynamics

One day I started thinking about the utter unfairness of people when it comes to mental health. We all know how simple it is to take a day off, or have a lazy day or two when you are physically sick. Whether it's the flu or something more severe, you are always showered with attention, flowers, & LOVE when you are physically unwell. Now what happens when you are too depressed to function? Too anxious to get out of bed, get dressed, and go to work? You put on a big fake smile and live out the day hating yourself, which eventually makes you feel so much worse. I started putting these thoughts into writing and the first piece came out. Later on I will be talking about my personal experience with mental illness and about my journey, so far.

What I can do right now: The difficulty of simply living. ​今の私に出来ること、生きることの難しさ。

all these essays are written by me! I hope these gives inspirations for essays you have to write (aka college essays im saving these up frfr so i have options later on) they're not super personal, it's more metephorical and creative than it is but I really do hope these give you enough incentive to push through any type of writer blocks you have

"This is not just a memoir; it is a tapestry of my life as a railway engineer, woven with the threads of emotions, steel tracks, and the echoes of distant stations. Each chapter is a piece of my soul, exploring the intersection of human feeling and the relentless journey of life." by Kyaw Kyaw (Mya Yee San)

A personal mini-essay. A little, late night reflection.

no one cares but heres all the times ive wanted to write but had nothing to write about. heres some glipses of my life through the distorted lense of me.

Ever tried to reach for a dream just to realize it's not yours. It's hard to accept reality, it's hard to let go of a dream that kept you alive and awake..

To my dear ex boyfriend. . . Damn you and everything our relationship stood for.

So, usually I write fiction, and not so much these personal essay type things. I actually didn't do this for class, I did this because I am tired of people saying I'm not a "real" photographer because I use Photoshop, that if I tell people that I used Photoshop on an image they will scowl. Photoshop has kind of become the ugly duckling of photography, and that really frustrates me. I use Photoshop as a tool to help make my art even better, and yet I am given tons of grief about it. My best friend even said once that "It's not really photography if you use Photoshop." Um, yes it is. This is mostly just a ton of my personal opinion and views rolled into one essay. Whether you agree with it or not is up to you, but please share your opinions with me because I'd love to see different perspectives on this issue and comments in general make me super happy. :) I hope you enjoy.

Generosity is not just feeding the hungry right off the bat! We are living under a generational curse-scarcity. Our minds are conditioned to operate based on a selfish- herd principle, wherein as if in a reflex, we put our own personal interests first, then the surplus, if hardly there is any, would be subsidized to share to the church and to the people. CERTAINLY, in the present time, war and its accompanying grief, is a smaller threat compared to our modern monster: APATHY. My goal is to help you renew your mind pattern to see generosity in a different light. That to help other people is not a part- time job; Nor to serve the LORD is an addition to your life but the source of life itself! Generosity rises from the glorious riches that the LORD has provided to us. The question is, are you aware? It is time to step out from the lukewarm faith. Deep calls deep! The season of watching from the backseat has ended; a new spring has come! Participate! Drive the steering wheel! And if you don't know how, There is a book for that.

This poem was written directly in response to, and after, the poem "Rolling Stones" by Marina Keegan, an author who was taken too early from this world. Her words bring me comfort, and I can only hope that someday mine can do the same for someone else.

Nobody teaches you how to be an adult. They just hand you responsibilities and hope for the best. This is a humorous, painfully honest survival guide for modern life - missed alarms, spilled coffee, bad decisions, and the quiet panic of pretending you have it together. Through short reflections and real-life mishaps, this story reminds you that messing up is part of the process, and laughing at it might be the only real life skill. If you've ever felt behind, overwhelmed, or one inconvenience away from losing it, this one's for you.

What begins as a simple trip to church to wish a child a happy birthday quickly spirals into an unexpected interrogation. Armed with endless questions, unsolicited life advice, and a conversation that refuses to find the exit, one well-meaning stranger unknowingly pushes a social battery to critical levels. As boundaries are tested and patience wears thin, the narrator discovers that while their body remains seated at the table, their soul has already packed a suitcase, crossed oceans, and started a new life abroad. A hilarious and painfully relatable story about overstimulation, personal boundaries, social exhaustion, and the moment when "I'm being polite" transforms into "my spirit has officially left the building." Perfect for readers who have ever walked into a simple conversation and somehow ended up trapped in the extended director's cut. 😂📖✈️💙