Personal Narrative Analysis

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My sophomore year of high school I was faced with a challenge that changed how I carried myself, and changed how I handled my relationship with God. Fifteen year old Gianna Salzbrunn thought she was unstoppable. I was the fastest runner on my track team, school was easy, my parents were cool and trusted me, and I thought that I was going to skate through the rest of my sophomore year without a second thought. Boy, I was wrong. It started right after cross country state. My mother and I decided that it was time for me to go to the doctor’s because I was having difficulty with my menstrual cycle. My doctor decided that they had to perform blood tests to understand why my body was not acting like a normal teenage girl’s. After a few weeks we…show more content…
I’ve always been a positive, level kid from a normal, happy family. I never had problems with depression or sadness, but suddenly I was surrounded in a dark cloud. I did not feel powerful at track practice, my grades were slipping, I was not speaking to my family, and I felt like my friends couldn’t look me in the eye. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. I started having panic attacks for no reason. It was not until my track coach found me in the bathroom, freaking out because I could not figure out how to do a simple long jump drill, that I told someone how I felt like I was suffocating. I sat with my coach for an hour and a half after practice that day, telling him about the birth control, the testosterone, the infertility, and the sadness. My coach, being a Catholic man, told me that the birth control was the problem. He said that girls like me do not respond well to birth control, because the doses of estrogen throw off our levels of testosterone, thus throwing off the rest of our hormones. He told me that I needed to stop taking the birth control immediately. I was apprehensive, my doctor told me that I needed this to ensure my fertility. I was at a crossroad, and for the first time sophomore year, I got onto my knees and prayed. I did not know what to do, and I finally realized that I needed serious

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