Personal Narrative: Life After Depression

I wake up to see the morning light i’m now recovering from depression I get up even with my normal mental state i’m not fully recovered i’m trying though. I head downstairs to see my mom “Morning Lizzie how was your sleep.” she tries to make me smile make me think she really cares. “Fine I…...I guess” I eat my breakfast ignoring everything else I then head off to school for another ignorant day of taunting by my peers. I have no friends I……..I have no life. I get to school and head to class I have ELA first hour so I began to write “Help I need help due to my mentality it is all so real I feel like i’m going to hurt myself one

Depression hits its victims in different ways. Some deal with it better than others. Some ignore it. Some take care of it as soon as they realize there is a problem. Some don't take care of it until it’s too late. Some know there's a problem, but they don't know how to tell someone. Some try to tell someone there's a problem but they don't listen.

When my dad came home that evening he sat me down and asked me if I knew what cancer was. I had an idea so I just nodded my head, he went on to tried to explain to me how bad the cancer was that my mom had been diagnosed with. Seeing my dad so afraid scared me. The fear I felt then led me to realize that I needed to try and hide it because it would only hurt my dad more to see his children so upset. I did my best to help, I tucked my little sisters into bed while my mom was away at the hospital, read them stories and did the best I could at preparing snacks to comfort them. After my mom arrived home and she recovered from the surgery she started chemotherapy. The miserable treatment that attacks the cancer also makes her very ill. Every other week she was sick. Before every bad week I wanted to cry, but that wouldn’t help anyone. Lane and Kenna already were crying, if I cried it could only hurt my parents

1. No matter how hard we try to prepare ourselves for challenging experiences and try to stay positive, it becomes harder to do than planned when the time comes. It was the end of the last semester and I was on the verge of emotional depression that totally overwhelmed me. During the exam period, I wasted my weekends on the Internet, chatting and Facebook-ing. I needed to submit an important paper on Tuesday morning. On Sunday night, after wasting so much time of mine and having a little red eyes because of so much exposure to electronic screens, I sat down to write my paper. Only then did I realize that the paper was due the next morning, not on Tuesday. I was extremely nervous because it was too little a time to finish it. Moreover, I was so angry with myself that I wanted to cry. It was a realization that I was off course in my study habits and that I had not overcome my habit of willingly putting myself in difficult positions. The more I thought about being in that mess, the angrier I got with myself. I got even angrier thinking about how it was not the first time in my life that I put myself in such a situation. I could not concentrate on my paper because of that emotional response. Then suddenly I thought that I just needed to talk to someone and calm down. I called my classmate and just told her about everything. She said that the instructor had actually extended the deadline until Thursday. It was such a relief. I thanked her profusely and decided

Approximately 121 million people around the world suffer from all types of depression. Depression is one of the many types of villains that we all have to face in life and have to live with. Having depression is something hard to describe. Basically, mornings are a struggle to get up, smiling is not an option, laughing seems impossible, positive thinking is forbidden, relationships are lost hopes, freedom is gone, love is dead. It is like drowning in the ocean, going only deeper and deeper. You can see the light shining on the surface of the waters, but you are being pulled down deeper into an abyss, drowning. That is what depression feels like.

An accomplishment or event, formal or informal, that played a key role in shaping who I am today was we when I no longer treatment for my mental illness – Major Depressive Disorder.

After suffering the past four years from multiple concussions with limited help, you begin to feel that recovering is just about impossible. I have essentially been at the same recovery level the past four years with only small improvements in my well-being. The Doctors I had gone to in the past were very limited in what they could do for me. Until rcently if you asked me if I ever felt I would be able to fully recovery from my concussions the answer would be, no. This answer completely changed after returning from Cerebrum Health Centers in Dallas, Texas. I was very fortunate to have come across Cerebrum when I was looking for information for my website. Shortly after I had found out about the Brain Center I was on a plane to Dallas to go

October 1929, the stock market crashed. Millions of investors went into panic. There was an incline in unemployment as companies laid off workers. Half the country’s banks failed. Meanwhile Hoover and other known leaders did nothing to resolve the crisis which caused matters to get worse. People began to lose their homes and everything they had. Before the Great Depression hit us, my life was perfect, now it’s falling apart.

When I heard that these disorders could also affected me resulting from major depressive disorder, I was still in denial mode. Then I came to realize that having MDD was only affecting me, but also affecting my family and my friends. I became a bother to them and also came to realization that I needed help. So I asked my parents to help me seek treatments to where I can get back to my normal self. My normal self was a person that was cheerful, always making jokes, happy, and just lived life to the fullest. I miss my normal self. The treatments that I had were very affective. The disorder that I was treated for is psychotherapy, where I talked about what is making me think negative thoughts and it allow discussing how I can improve on thinking

I first realized something wasn’t quite right with me in 1996, I was stationed at Ft. Campbell, Ky. I remember wakig up and having terrible dreams, that I had never had before, but I pushed it out of my head. The dreams would continue to come and agitate me and make me very uncomfortable. One morning I finally woke up and felt I needed to get to the bottom of theses dreams, I called my older sister up who was living in Knoxville Tn. And asked her, “did these things happen to me”, her reply was, “Yes”. After that phone call I tried to commit suicide, which landed me in the hospital and on medication for depression, which was the first time I was medicated and labeled as being depressed. It would be years before the question came up again,

Early October 2016 to January 2017, was the hardest time ever in my life. In October we found out that my Grandpa had a very aggressive form of stage four brain cancer. We knew that there was something wrong but we never thought it would be that bad. For the next month, the doctors ran tests, decided on a game plan, and gave results. My grandpa was in severe pain and confusions. We got the results that he would need to go through surgery on his brain to remove the tumor. This was around November 15. That was probably the scariest day of my life. His surgery and I will never forget, was at 12:10 pm. I remember sitting at the kitchen counter and I just prayed for half an hour. After that, I remember going on my computer and searching on Google

I feel a sense of calmness wash over me. My thoughts are peaceful and positive. I am confident and capable. I sleep a deep, healing sleep. I wake in the morning refreshed and renewed.

n any case, this was no million dollar wander with the houses here were tear-downs that nobody had any motivation to repair as people of colour lived there. Periodically, there are windows still in possession of its glass yet most had broken such a long time ago that there was no hint of the shards on the spoiling floor boards. Many of the homes had the rooftops incompletely collapsed or in any event they hang like a frustrating soufflé. The only welcoming you felt was the wail of the breeze, The fate of the town had been gradually beaten by the Great Depression and it had inevitably surrendered to gravity with only a few witnesses or individual’s to grieve its passing.

I have a history with existential depression, and severe anxiety. I've had it for two thirds of my life, and I don't believe it's going away anytime soon. I don't think my anxiety is a problem, as a matter of fact I prefer the terms rightful paranoia. There are a lot of ways the world can go wrong, for example nuclear war. I don't think anyone would call a person mentally ill at the height of the cold war for building a shelter, or having a plan. The threat isn't gone, we still have nuclear weapons aimed at Russia, and Russia at us. Such weapons would destroy all, but the most resilient of life. Most people don't know nuclear warfare strategies, protocols, targets, and the extent of their destructive power, and speed of use. I do, I'm not ignorant,

When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.