analysis of my personal essay

Christine Eagan
April 24, 2007
Analysis of my work

I was sitting there in my basement wandering what I was going to do for my personal essay. Thoughts were flying through my mind as I was looking around in my big and empty basement staring at my computer. I had a blank mind thinking about different events that have happened in my life that I thought were appropriate to talk about. I took a break and decided to go do some laundry to clear my head. All that came to my mind was how much laundry was down here and that nobody wishes to give me a hand in my every day activities. So I sat there and thought wow what a good idea! I was going to write about how it was to live in my house and describe it from when I was younger until now. So I continued to conduct a list of different aspects and thought that this would be boring.
So again now I went upstairs lying in my bed, trying to come up with ideas that would bring me back to my past, because sometimes I try not to think about certain events that have happened. It is now getting late and my son hops into bed with me and as were watching TV, my son keeps on talking to me as I am still trying to figure what would make a good personal essay. He than falls asleep and I get up and look around in my room at all the pictures. The pictures I look at are; my son Branden from when he was a baby until now, 4years old, my fiancé, pictures from my junior prom until now. Than it hit me, I wanted to talk about my relationship with my now fiancé and the struggles we have been through together, and how we are still holding out strong today.
I started to list numerous ideas about obstacles we have been through. Some things on the list were; When we first met, when he got locked up, when I found out I was pregnant when he was not around, when he came home, and how we were doing today. With this list I thought the perfect atmosphere to be in was my fiancé house so I felt like I used to when I was younger to free my mind.
As soon as I started writing I couldn’t stop! These pictures in my head of past events I repressed for so long were coming back to me. I was alone in his room just reflecting on overall the obstacles I have been through by myself, with our son, and with him. After I wrote my essay I cried because those memories were hard, but they were happy tears to think, look where I am today.