Major Depessive Disorder: A Short Story

In my junior year of high school i stepped out of my comfort zone to learn about something I am very passionate about. Continuing to senior year, every morning I take cosmetology classes. In the morning I get to school early so I can get on a bus to take me to a different school. I spend half my day there and the other half of my day at my regular high school. Going to a new school can, sometimes, be difficult and stressful. When you are used to seeing the same faces everyday this is a big adjustment. Starting a new school, you go in not knowing anyone. This school made it easier because everyone is in the same situation. The students are combined from all the other schools, in my city, make up the classes. This being said, everyone goes into school not knowing anyone. This brings me a sense of comfort knowing that everyone around me is in the same boat. As the year went on, I became more comfortable and

What was once a beautiful but small lawn with grass is now a patch of dead grass with dirt exposing itself under the grass. What was once the creaky barn doors are completely destroyed, with broken glass on the ground on the outside, leading to the inside. What was once the living room where I had spent so much time watching television and playing games with my siblings, now has its carpet completely torn up, walls indented, and closet in complete shambles with light gleaming sharply through the holes of the closet from holes that were made by vandals who never knew the true value of the humble abode that I used to reside in. My old home, since being lived in by me and my family has since been abandoned by the family that we had entrusted the house to previously. Now the house just stays there, an eerie empty shell of what it used to be. A place where I was safe and happy, now a dark and scary place that no one deserves to live in, a place that humans have indeed used well, so well that there is nothing left of what it used to be. That image of the house was the last I saw it, back in 2010, It is possible now that the house had since been destroyed, with the memories that have been carved into the walls, fireplace, windows, closets, and bedrooms, are now nothing more but a blur of destroyed objects that will one day be removed, as people pass by the home that once was will never be able to see its clarity, but instead will only be able to see the blur of colors protruding from the exterior of the house, or perhaps the brown of the barn like doors, or the patches of green still rising from the dead grass that surrounds it, until eventually, it simply disappears completely invisible to the city that used it ever so

I have lived in Indiana for most of my life and only moved a couple times and those times wernt that far. The biggest move I had was when I moved to Texas a couple years ago. When we moved down there we drove the whole way in a box truck we rented to haul our belongings. It was pretty taunting drive at times, riding in the truck. All the little thing that affected the truck that didn’t a normal car. But on the move back up it was 100 times worse.

A third of my life was spent in a family home in Elk Grove, California called Shadowbrook. More accurately, Shadowbrook is the name of the model of one of the cookie cutter homes by DR Horton, home construction company. This two-story and approximately 2,450 square feet single family home has four bedrooms and three bathrooms featuring a central heating and cooling system, fireplace, and tandem three car garage. Shadowbrook was built in 2003 where my family was fortunately the first owner of this structure housing my parents, myself, and my two sisters. Since Shadowbrook is a fairly new house, little transformation has been done to the home; most transformation of the house was applied to the landscaping of the lot of the house. One of the most memorable part of my life was the feeling and the process of moving into an actual house as I had lived in apartments for the better part of my life. Unfortunately, I gave very little thoughts about the house itself since any family house we would have moved in would still had made me delighted for it would still be a new change or an “upgrade” from my previous family residence. After a stumble of curiosity, I wanted to know what expectation I had when moving into this family home and does it follow a particular trend of the time.

Depending on how far away you have relocated from your previous home, there will probably be a whole new culture and way of life you will need to adjust to. This can include local customs such as the types of food that are popular, the music genre the locals prefer, or even a particular religion that is dominant in the area. Another major adjustment will likely be the weather, especially if you have just moved from a place where the weather was warm and sunny to an area that is commonly humid and has a large amount of rainfall. The cost of living is an aspect of relocating that you will not be able to avoid. This is something you should have had an idea of before making the decision to move to that particular area. As a result of these major changes, you will immediately begin to notice differences in your environment.

Entering the lane, the first house has columns of sharply pointed conifers, vivid green, looming over garish orange bricks, further highlighted by a lacklustre brown tiled roof. Partially hidden, however, established maple trees line the front boundary, enhancing the façade, additionally, yellowing paddocks surround the property on three sides. An elderly couple lives in the house, together with their two orphaned granddaughters, as a result of the girl's parents being killed in a fire.

According to the Mayo Clinic (Dissociation Disorders) or multiple personality disorders are categorized as instabilities or disconnection of reality, self-awareness, and character of an individual. According to the Mayo Clinic indicators of dissociation disorders could vary and depends on the type of disorders. Some of these symptoms that could identify the disorder are partial amnesia, lack of emotions, disconnection with reality, issues in maintaining relationships, inability to deal with life stressors factors or emotions, and sense of out of body experiences. Also, according to the National Alliance on Mental Illness (Dissociation Disorders) there are three main dissociation disorders recognized by the American Psychiatric Association. These disorders are classified as dissociation amnesia, depersonalization/deserialization, and dissociation identity disorder. The National

It was a distinguished neighborhood, stately houses with sprawling porches made for sipping cold drinks and entertaining guests. Fourteen thirty-seven Twain Street was nestled at the far end the street. The house actually looked out of place when compared to the neighborhood, if it could even be considered a part of the neighborhood. The house was located roughly a quarter mile up the street from the closest neighbor, undiscernible from the woods that surrounded it. I stopped at the gate and regarded the worn house. It was made in the same style as the others in the neighborhood, but something about it made it different. It had character. The paint wasn’t peeling, but it had weathered the long hot sun for many a day and it had begun to form lines, giving the house the impression of a wrinkled and withered old

His childhood home is one of the few in the neighborhood that hadn 't been abandoned after the incident. When families fled, fluidly like a stream of grief and fear, his father had stood his ground at the house he bought for his family years ago. Almost nobody wanted to move into abandoned perfectly painted houses, polished with vibrant hydrangea bushes and stained with ink-black tragedy. The property value had plunged like a bird shot from the sky, and the area was now a ghost town.

I was never sad or anxious every time I moved, because I knew it meant I was going to a better school, and that I would meet new opportunities. First day of class filled me with adrenaline. Something that I am missing after I graduated this May. When I moved to the US for my last two years of high school, I juggled going to classes,

When you travel up the driveway, the property is invisible until you reach the crest of the hill and turn around a bank of evergreens. Suddenly you see an old farmhouse and a cottage with a large, scrubby lawn, a huge vegetable garden and a field of clover behind it all with the Skimmerhorn mountain range framing the back of the picture. If you’re lucky you may have startled some deer in the orchard that you probably didn’t notice driving by as you drank in the view. There is an openness but at the same time there are fir and tamarack trees, maple trees and Saskatoon shrubs marking off the border of seven acres of rural peace and quiet.

My family and I had just taken the four hour journey from Fayetteville, North Carolina to Fredericksburg, Virginia. I was very excited to see my new home but, my excitement had soon faltered when I finally saw it. It was a medium sized house with yellow aluminum siding, blue shutters, a two-car garage and eleven windows. The only thing that made it different from the rest of the houses that lined the street was its full porch and its color other than that it was completely identical

At my old school I had known everyone in my grade and although most were not specifically, my friends we were still kind to each other and nobody ever judged a person without knowing them. So when I began to think about what my new schools would be like I became worried about how I would be treated among the students and teachers. But I was also excited to make new friends while experiencing the new world. In excitement I began to look up the schools that were around the area that I was going to live in. This mini research helped a lot with my nerves because the schools didn't look too bad. Also, I take a lot of pride (and worry) in my academic success so I was relieved when the schools also looked academically good. And just like that, another obstacle was passed and I became close to the end of the obstacle

For me, moving to a new school was never easy. I was always starting fresh and beginning something new. The longest I had stayed at a school was four years, and we weren’t even living in the US. It was really hard to make new friends while trying to keep in touch with the old, but I was young. I didn’t really understand what moving away meant, leaving behind the friends I had made, leaving the school I was just getting used to, because all I could think about was where we were going next. Coming to St. Mary’s, I knew that this would be an amazing two years. I was going to graduate here and make friends that were going to last a lifetime. From the moment I walked through the crowded hall of people rushing to meet their homeroom, until the moment

I’ve lived in three different states and attended six schools over the past eight years. Relocating from Texas to Michigan, and later Michigan to Georgia were big adjustments for me. I missed my friends and close relatives. However, I knew I had to make the best of my circumstances. Through these experiences, I began to learn to be more flexible, become more open-minded to different traditions, and be adventurous in different parts of the country-I played volleyball, joined a dance team, and even went skiing! At school, I also focused on excelling in my classes and challenge myself like I did when adjusting to a new town.