Personal Narrative: The Great Depression

Everyone experiences sadness — sadness is a part of life. However, with many people, their sadness can escalate into a feeling of emptiness and a lack of motivation. I have encountered this, and I am still dealing with it today. Few can remember the moment it happened, but I can. For me, my depression started on my 14th birthday. It happened during a sleepover at my house around 12 a.m. I can remember just laying on my couch texting my friend all content and the next thing I know, I just feel this empty sadness take over, it was unlike anything I had felt before. It had taken me awhile but eventually I realized what was happening to me. It started out as just sadness for a few years, then it morphed into this numbing emptiness. I could still

The Great Depression had a huge impact on society and many economic causes to go along with it. But, what mattered the most was how they got through it. Upton Sinclair once stated, “The remedy [the Great Depression] is to give the workers access to the means of production, and let them produce for themselves, not for others… the American Way.”

Depression placed a dark brooding shadow over my mind. I was weighed down, oppressed by the burden of having to carry on with life. In my mind, there was a crushing sense of hopelessness that I have never felt before. The only therapy I found was taking that beautiful, freshly sharpened razor to my left arm. A sigh of relief departed me as I watched the bright red blood drip from my vein. The only burden I had was going to school and hiding my war scars. Each day, the darkness spread through me like cancer. My body withering away, I needed an escape route from this crucial disease. This all continued until the day I saw a light and the darkness began to fade

Last I heard from my friends they had grown ears and tails and one seemed to have a fever so I could only wonder if and when something would happen to me. It was already fairly late so I figured it wouldn't do me any good to stay up all night waiting for something when it might not even happen so i drifted off to sleep. When I woke up for school I was still feeling fine aside from the normal morning haze so I figured might as well finish off this week since it was Friday. During lunch just as I sat down by my friends everything started to feel warmer and a headache began to pulse. Of course my body chose now to betray me. I grabbed my head in a desperate attempt to stop the growing pains and everyone around me began to notice my discomfort and tried to help but it just

The 1920s was an amazing time for my country and my family. Normal working people like my family were able to buy cars. We could now see movies, listen to the radio, and listen to the new style of music that we call "jazz". My family was in a great place and we were having fun. But, this didn't last as long as we thought it would. Before we knew it, our economy was collapsing and my parents were struggling to support their 7 kids and our aunt. The Great depression affected my family's and community's life drastically.

I remember coming home on a Monday afternoon and standing in front of the mirror in my room. Mascara and eyeliner were smeared all over my face, and my eyes were puffy. I went over to my dresser and grabbed the small pill bottle laying on top of it. I started off by taking 5. 5 turned into 10; 10 turned into 20; and before I knew it, I had taken 35 pills.

It was a cold winter day. I was just trying to keep warm in my living room as I took another sip of hot chocolate. Christmas was just around the corner and we had everything all set up: our lights, our tree, and hot chocolate for at least a month. My mom and I have a tradition of watching christmas specials every night of December, while my dad watches sports in the basement. It’s the same movies and shows every year, but it’s nice spending time with my family.“Scrooged” with Bill Murray was the movie playing. I’ve always been a fan of Bill Murray and the movie was great, but I had homework to do. I migrated to my room where I got comfortable, turned on some christmas music, plugged in my christmas lights, and started my essay. I had to write an opinion piece for journalism. My teacher wants me to write for the newspaper so i really wanted to do well. After about an hour I finished, and was ready to finally go to bed. I jumped into bed and curled up in my blankets. I heard a loud crash come from my closet. “Something probably just fell,” I

I have always been alone and I have always had this depression for love and loneliness all began at a young age. Many things have gotten me sad for the people I care about on earth whether if its teachers, family or friends. I care for all, When I was in fourth my grade my teacher told me lots of wise things to always remember as I get older to always keep my head up and to always look past everything that goes wrong in life. To make sure life is always good never terrible. At the time I didn't believe him because I was so young and naive to not think about anything he had said to me. But I always kept it in mind just in case anything got rough along the road I would get over it. I went on to pass fourth grade and went on to fifth grade nothing

I am a Georgian living in the small town called Saint Mary’s in year of 1932 in the middle of the Great Depression. I have been hearing that the Great Depression was caused by the international debts, stock market crash, and bank failures. The problems my family and I are facing is the loss of money. All of our fortunes are gone thanks to the bankrupts. Our life savings vanished ! Now we have no money for food,clothes,and shelter. Please help us during this rough time. I would like you to create some kind of food line for all the families who can't afford food because of their loss to the bankruptcy. If you do that would be really helpful. Another thing I would like is if you made a speech saying that you would take care of all of this. To

After a difficult year in seventh grade, I was going into eighth grade nervous since all of my friends that were with me for most of my school life parted ways with me and I felt all alone going into eighth grade that year. When eighth grade year started it was still difficult for me to feel comfortable since I don’t have much of close friends anymore and I was still being made fun of by some people and I took jokes very personally that year. I would also feel very different between certain days, sometimes I would feel confident while other days I’ll feel like nobody likes me and be so down on myself. Soon though I managed to get used to how eighth grade was like and even though I still didn’t have as many friends years prior I was now starting

Depression is intoxicating. She has celestial silver skin and Her eyes are stormy gray with hints of ocean wave from within. When the light hits just right, they reflect a peaceful time when everything at night came to life. She once disguised herself as a companion to me and my best friend, Imagination, an artist with cotton candy hair and emerald eyes. Imagination, Happiness, Compassion, Idealism, Ambition and I had found a home in each other. We would sit all day coloring in abstract patterns with blended water color or riding horses through lively fields of painted grass. We would drone on and on about the future and how we would do this, that, and endless others. Idealism, Ambition, and Compassion set their elaborate plan for us being humble millionaires who would make the world a better place. In unison we always said, “We have potential.” That was until Depression started tagging along. We tried to help Her fit in, but Her water colors smudged in all the wrong places and She had to start again. All the horses ran from Her, grass wept

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.

Ponder this; most beloved heroes appear on the scene after a low point, often a major one, in the plot line. Moses from the Bible times comes in to lead the Israelites out of bondage in Egypt to the Promised Land. Percy Jackson is greeted with an impending war of the Greek gods. Right as the White Witch is gaining ground, Aslan comes in and roars. Just look at the recent movie “Inside Out”; Sadness makes the way for Joy. The audience does not mind the grey and the gloom as long as they know a dashing hero will appear shortly after the lowest of low points to make us all forget life was rotten before. Such is the case with politics. We hunger for heroes. One of the lowest points in United States’ history was the Great Depression. One fourth of the American workforce was unemployed. Railroads were finished being built, leaving the American population with an excess of immigrants and other laborers for which there were no longer jobs. It was about time for a hero; this was when Franklin D. Roosevelt arrived at the scene. FDR was a natural at politics; he empathized with hurting Americans and lead the American people into years of recovery.

had them all in Hokah: ‘normal’ people, a millionaire inventor who devised the first hydraulically controlled accessory implements for farm tractors and sold the patents to Ford Motor Co., the village drunk and an old widow living out her life on welfare.

I was lucky. The stock market crash took a big toll on everyone I knew around me. Many had lost their hard-earned jobs, their hard-earned homes, and their hard-earned cash because of the mistakes of speculators at the market. If I followed in the footsteps of those who invested all they had in the market, I would be in the same place they were. To say the least, yes I was lucky.