Personal Narrative: My Depression

My name is (student name) and I am 29 years old, living with my spouse in a rented place and working in a Bank as a relationship executive. We knew each other very well before getting married and used to see each other in college. We got married about two years back and my wife immediately wanted kids but we have not yet conceived although the doctor says everything is normal.

It’s a struggle to get out of bed sometimes, I often just sit there struggling to comprehend the sequence of events which have taken place over the past year. I mean, I’m used to this now, its normal to me, but the fact that this has happened and that I am now ‘disabled’ as people would put it is hard to get my head around. And every time I look down I’m reminded of the pain and the struggle I faced, it’s a physical scar which links me to my grueling past, a physical and emotional journey.

“How can I be good again? I just lost my wife and son in a car accident. There's nothing in life that can cheer me up. I have become an alcoholic who is now jobless.” I said. My Therapist, Dr. Newman, told me “Trust me, Mr. Smith. Only time can heal your wounds if you allow it to. Well, that's the end of the session, and I want to recall the accident that occurred so we can talk about it tomorrow.”

Still till this day he hasn't got arrested or the detectives have not gave me updates . RIght now am doing very good i still go to therapy if didn't i think i would be a big mess.it has helped me alot i have become a better person it made see things different. I do sometimes have my bad days and weeks but i go thru them . it's hard for me to come to school every year since i told my parents . if we have a 3 day weekend it hard for me to come back to school and get used to the people .

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.

My first week went really well! I was definately both nervous and excited on the first day. I was nervous because I wasn't sure how the clinic would run and I quickly learned that it is a very fast paced clinic. My CI sees patients every 15 minutes and he is both the only PT there and the owner of the clinic. I have been learning a lot about PT treatments as well as the buisness side of the PT clinic. He has a lot of PT aides that help with exercises and setting patients up with ice and stim ect. The fast paced clinic was definately something I had to get used to. I was a little overwhelmed when we would just start with a patient and a new patient would walk in the door. However, there is a very good flow in the clinic and everyone is always

Every time I get in one of these low-grade depressive cycles where I'm excessively pensive and melancholic rather than catatonic and wishing for death, I quickly develop this one-off obsession with the sea that I can't explain. I'm either lusting to swim it, or having nightmares of drowning in it every other night.

Reading your post confirms my decision to enter into Mental Health Counseling was a good choice. Your desire to work with individuals from diverse backgrounds and using a wide range of techniques was what drew me to this specialization as well. It is interesting to note how you were considering very specific programs before settling on mental health counseling. I am also inspired by your initial consideration of entering into addiction counseling to assist individuals like your brother. My family has also inspired me to enter into counseling as well. They are the reason why I have been as successful as I have been in the past, and they are also the reason why I have sought out counseling for my own betterment.

When most people think of the words “mentally ill” people they thought of the terms “Crazy, Sick, and confused.” A mental illness can be a wide range of conditions that affect mood, thinking, and behavior. When I asked Clayton what he thought of when he heard the words “Mentally ill” he hesitated and said “I don’t know” then I explained to him the first three terms he thought of he responded “Psychotic, crazy, and Insane asylum.” This is no surprise to me because when people usually think of the mentally ill they think of the mentally ill that are in movies and are blown completely out of proportion. The second person I asked was my thirteen-year old sister, Mariah, her first three words were “Mental Disorder, Insane, and personality disorder.” This was kind of surprising because her answers sounded more educated than others.

I lounged on the patched-up La-Z-Boy recliner looking out the glass with my son’s wheelchair parked beside me. His face was almost blank as he continued to put on his usual poker face.

I have never had a real tough life. I don’t have abusive parents, problems with money all the time or anything like that. You could say, looking from the outside, my life is pretty basic and it really is.The problems I do go through lie within my head.

I have met this wonderful girl over a social website called instagram.She was going into 12th grade and I was ready to go into my first year of college . After a couple of days of talking to her, we hangout and a week after that, I asked her to be my girlfriend. She said yes and it was a tremendous great feeling to have found someone very special like her.She was very caring person , even very good looking as well. She had told me about her past and all the shocking things she had to go through with "this obsessive , lunatic ex". Honestly, I didn't think any issues would come up with him. I was prepared for what could happen , well at least I thought so at that moment.

Towards the end of my sophomore year I realized that I wasn't as happy as I normally was. My head constantly felt like it was spinning. I went to the hospital to talk to a doctor after five months of telling my mom; I was too scared before to go to the hospital. I told him that I had been abused for a really long time. The police were called that night and I had to retell my story. The doctor informed me that I was suffering from PTSD, something that I thought only war veterans suffered from, as well as anxiety and major depression. Being that I had never known too much about mental illnesses, I was shocked from everything I had to go through in a single year.

She was layin in her bed, staring out of the window looking at the purpley sky. Small drops of rain were slowly dripping down her window. Like an ideal normal family on a winter night, where families are to sit together in the living room, watch a movie and where the children are taking over the heater, here she was, in her bed looking out of the window and crying. She dreamt of living a life like that but knew that she wil never get the chane to. Not because she doesn't have a family, she does, she has her mum, dad and younger brother. This girl is sick of having to wake up every morning and face the world, she was sick of getting up and going to school. She was slowly making her way into depression and anxiety, without knowing it. She can

From the end of seventh grade until the middle of senior year, I struggled with mental illness, as well as the stigma of it. I was scared to ever admit it to myself, and to other people, so I attempted to hide it for the first two years. By the middle of my freshman year of high school, I could not conceal it any longer, as it became apparent in every aspect of my life. Numerous things contributed to the seemingly endless battle inside my head, such as a numbing sense of loneliness, an abusive relationship with my boyfriend, and more.