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Personal Narrative: Anxiety And Depression

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It is deathly quiet in my apartment, just like always. Every night I come home to silence, no one to greet me ‘hello’ or a ‘how was your day’. My father left my family when I was only a baby, and my mother was a bad influence, so my aunt decided to take custody of me and my little sister. Living with my aunt was a blast, my little sister and I always had fun there. Only a couple years of living with her, my aunt and little sister passed away because of a car accident. Now it is just me in this dark, lonely apartment. Each day is a living struggle for me... I have no one, with the exceptions of my constant companions: anxiety and depression. I am never left alone; they are akin to two people living inside of my head. Depression feels like I am trapped in a dark hole, with someone screeching horrible words at me; while anxiety makes me feel like I am losing my mind. Putting these two together makes my life a living nightmare. …show more content…

My breathing became rapid, and I was struggling for air. After ten minutes of non-stop crying, my breathing slowly returned to normal. My eyes were swollen and too heavy to hold open, and before I realized it, I fell asleep. Cold, hard cement floor is all I feel. I sit up from my back, wondering where on earth I could possibly be. Darkness is all I can comprehend, and the pungent stench of sewer burns my nostrils. “Hello?” I call out, but there is no reply. As I start to stand, my vision adapts to the pitch blackness and I soon realize there are gigantic walls surrounding me. I begin to panic. I fell asleep on the couch, how could I possibly be here? In front of me, I see a pathway leading farther into the gloom, I have no other choice but to

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