Personal Narrative: Becoming Insane

As a freshman in highschool, I hated school and showed little interest in it. Staring out the window, I had zoned out, then I was sitting outside under a large tree. The leaves rustling above me, shaking side- to-side in a smooth swing. It’s pretty bark, composed of multiple layers, dug into my back. Roots grabbed the earth, its large knots exposed. The old bark felt rough, with its unique texture, furrowed and scaly. Moss had crawled its way up the majestic trunk, very thin tangles of green mass that swallowed the roots, jutting from the earth. Just sitting there, I could smell the sweet fresh air, rain brought; It’s safe aroma. It was crisp and clean, mixing

No one considered that Schizophrenia was the ailment that tormented my brother. We assumed it was just stress and anxiety that stole his nights, his sanity, and his joy. We all believed that it was just a phase my happy, go-lucky, comic brother would get over. After all, doesn't everybody go through these rough patches of their life, and like a phoenix tried through a fire, rise triumphantly? That was my hope for my brother. But as the days progressed, fatigue mixed with delusions consumed my brother’s thoughts and disrupted his ability to function. As a sister, I felt helpless watching my big brother, my hero, and my confidant going through the greatest battle of his life - mental illness. Episodes and psychiatric breakdowns were constant,

“After all the digging with the snow, ice and mud my hands were numb,” he continued. “I couldn’t feel what was her skin and what was a branch, so I told the other individual helping that he was up and to start digging.”

He went on with his own life, somewhat abandoning the tree he used to play with all day. Due to the boy’s lack of presence, the tree felt lonely. However, there were times where the boy returned to its loving best friend, the tree. The tree would feel euphoria overcoming her roots. This time, however, the boy had no intention on playing with the tree. He wanted something else, money to be exact and material things. The tree, with its compassionate heart, was self-giving and wanted to give the boy anything he asked for. So she did, she gave humbly everything the boy asked for; until all was left of her was an old

What a crazy and fast year it's been hasn't? If you asked me when was last Febuary I would have said 3 months ago and now I hear that your birthday is

There was a girl, her name was Emiri, while she was innocent looking enough with her short white hair and innocent looking face. She seemed to have a smile on her face all the time in front of people even when it wasn't appropriate time to have a smile on her face like if somebody had died in a really tragic way, she would still have a smile on her face as if she didn't feel anything. When people would ask her why she was smiling at such a horrid thing she would only reply “Because I think this world is so wonderful, even with the bad things that happen. That's why I am smiling. We only had one chance to be here and their time was up, so why would you hurt yourself over their ending time? After all somebody else will be written to replace them

I sat on the couch holding a bottle of whiskey, wondering what I had down with my life. I was successful. I had something that people would kill for. Only they usually ended up killing themselves over it. Kinda like me. I obsessed with my job, it consumed my life. I didn't have a life anymore. It was taken over by my job. I knew I needed a break, but I couldn't make myself take one. I waited to long. All my feelings were bottled up inside. They just exploded. Like a grenade. I'm a fucking grenade.

Insanity. It seems like everyone in the world that we live on is in some way going insane. People say that global warming, politics, terrorist attacks, money the list goes on and on, they say that those are real problems. But they aren’t actually problems the real world problem is the world itself. I never really noticed the issue until Rosalie was sent to be surrounded by the particularly picked insane people. It isn’t fair. It isn’t her fault. If only I knew what the “plan” was I could’ve saved her from making a mistake. It’s too late for that now. Now she spends her days in a padded cell with her arms crossed and safely secured. It should’ve been me in there, not her. It’s my fault. I have to save her.

“Come into the woods,”I heard an eerie voice say,”I wanna talk to you, just climb over the fence.”

“The old man is dead,” Mr.Smith said right when he slammed a bed over the old man's corpse. Mr.Smith tore up the wood floor and put Mr.Johnson’s dismembered body under his own floor. Three police officers came to the door because of a disturbance coming from the crime that Mr.Smith just committed. The police officers were mocking the insane until he couldn’t control himself anymore.“I admit the deed!-tear up the planks! Here, here!-it is the beating of his hideous heart!”

Teddy clutched the seeds in his hand carefully as he made his way through the dark forest. The grass was up to his knees and, occasionally, he felt something scurry between his legs. He looked up at the dark, gray sky, almost as if it were going to be night forever.

After two days, surrounded by concentrated stillness, a thick fog released from the fields around the house. The earth’s exhale of summer surrendering to the cool night air of autumn. It rolled across the back road. By morning, the trees outside the kitchen were responding to the mist, kissing their branches. Black walnuts. Last to leaf out in spring, first to shed them in the fall. The first to accept this new

house to keep him warm. The boy stayed away from the tree for a long time but the tree didn’t

As I tromped through the thick woods, I got the same warmth radiating from the forest. The sunlight danced, even through the still pine needles above me. I listened, hoping to hear a crunch of a twig, or rolling of pebbles beneath Adam’s feet. Nothing. I stopped and waited, listening. Still listening, again nothing. “Adam! Adam where are you!?!” I called into the forest. My voice echoed of of the thick trunks of the trees. The feeling of panic spread throughout me. I quickened my pace, anxious to find Adam. After walking for a few minutes, I realized I had wandered farther than I ever had before. I spun around, trying to remember what direction I had come from. After debating with myself, I decided to head back downhill. Slowly going along, trying to decided if I was going the right direction, I heard a low sobbing. My first thoughts jumping to Adam, I screamed his name. With no response, I quickened my pace. I spun around and there it

In the techonological age a teenager, such as myself, with no cell phone, Ipod, or “Smart”