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

How do I start this huh? I’ve never done this – I don’t know why I’m doing this. It leaves a trace when I need to make tracks. You have to listen to your mother though. Especially if you don’t want her to know that you’re in the business. You know what business. I’m a bootlegger in The Windy City. I serve in the Chicago Outfit; otherwise known as the “Capones”. The name’s James Remus and I am writing this on the eve of the new decade. Hopefully it’ll be just as prosperous as the last. Just make sure this book doesn’t fall into the hands of the coppers. Times like these, everyone has got to fight just to keep their heads above water what with the banks going down and all. Hell I even lost

There are many examples during The Great Depression that showed the best and the worst in people while they went through hard times. Many people struggled with finding jobs, being fed, and taking care of their families and themselves. Some good things happened as well, the moment they heard they have been hired all you would see is a big smile on their face or when they they have a piece of bread in front of them which in their eyes was a feast.

With all of these crazy thoughts going through my mind, I believe that my citizen's trust. Sometimes I actually believe that ironically it just may just have been the Great Depression that had helped my leadership.I am so grateful for this past 1930 election and am proud to be leading Canada through this dark time although I am a bit scared for if it doesn’t work out as planned. Currently, a third of Canada’s population is unemployed with no difference in Toronto either. Products from 1929 have dropped 40% and along with it wages and prices. I will soon let out the idea of relief camps where in exchange for room and board they will work as laborers. I am very optimistic about all of this but I don’t know what else I could

Canada is a nation constructed from small stones of determination, and piles of perseverance. Today, Canada stands tall as a beacon of democracy and a fortress of ideological freedom. From the small stones of determination, to the status it wears proudly today, much has changed. It is the history that has shaped Canada into the nation it is; from the victorious moments to the days of misery and hardship. A prominent decade of true misery and hardship recalled by Canadians is the Great Depression. The Great Depression of the 1930s was a time of severe poverty, unemployment and unjust treatment experienced like never before by Canada. The Great Depression was unforeseen, yet inevitable. The Great Depression led many families to undertake

Still, I will never be myself again. Chronic depression is incurable. Although some part of me still yearns for salvation, my mouth refuses to tell Dr. Jameson of my last inkling of hope, for she is nothing but an operative in an intricate system of false hope. By the end of my tirade, my session time has long run out.

I have learned quite some lessons since I was eight years of age. See, I grew up with immense depression, anxiety, insomnia, and minor schizophrenia. Of course, I never knew that because I always thought it was something every child went through, the twist; however, I did not have "Imaginary friends", all-though everyone described those voices as them, they were demons to me. These "demons" patronized me days in and days out. Due to these "demons" I never got to sleep which resulted in hallucinations. These hallucinations concluded with me flailing around thinking I was about to get killed or hit by an oncoming car when there was no car in either direction of me.

In 2008, the recession hit hard in St. George, Utah, which caused my father to be laid-off and become unemployed for two years. With the urging of a friend, my dad packed up his tools and drove to Williston, North Dakota with no job and no place to live. He took a leap of faith to save our family, and the day he arrived, he found a job and a place to live. Having him leave me was heartbreaking. He went from being there daily to quarterly. He is my hero because he made the biggest sacrifice of his life. He moved fourteen hours away to work twelve hours a day and seven days a week to support us.

Screams, tears, and cries for help were all part of America's downfall. From 1929 through 1941 there was only one thing that was plentiful, sorrow. During this time the United States was faced with another obstacle. It changed America in many ways. One hard struggle lead to the next. The later events all started with the crash of the stock market. This period can only be explained by its name. So, the stock market crash in the United States caused businesses to close, banks to fall, and many people to become unemployed, causing this twelve-year period of suffering to become known as ?The Great Depression?.

A much more positive way to see depression is to look at benefits of depression. Nancy Andreasen argues that depression is closely associated with a “cognitive style” that makes people more likely to produce successful works of art (Lehrer, Jonah). One of the most important qualities in the creative process is persistent and based on Iowa Writers’ Workshop, Andreasen found that “successful writers are like prizefighters who keep on getting hit but won’t go down. They’ll stick with it until it’s right” (Lehrer, Jonah). While depression is a burden, many forms of creativity benefit from the relentless focus it makes possible. In addition, there is the virtue of self-loathing, which is one of many symptoms of depression. When people are stuck

The Great Depression was a time of sadness and poverty for many. It became an unforgettable historical time in American history. The author of the book The Great Depression, Pierre Berton gives a clear view of what happened from 1929-1941. He basically outlines the Depression event by event, explaining what happened where and who was involved. Although many books can tell stories of the depression, I think the author of this book did a good job getting all the facts and letting the reader know exactly what happened.

The weekend was going to create a new, more ambitious, start in my life. I didn’t want to hide anymore, but I didn't want to be someone who was an attention seeker. Learning how to let my voice be heard without judgment was one of the greatest feelings. Even though I became more outgoing, spontaneous, and learned how to live life to the fullest, I realized I was still lacking one thing. Strength. Putting on a fake smile is effortless, but once the door is closed, you start to see true colors; and that’s exactly what had happened to me towards the middle of my junior year. I stayed strong throughout school and around my peers, but once I made it home, I would start questioning every aspect, every action of life. It seemed like if something went wrong, it happened all at once, leaving me with this huge mess called life. This world we live in is a beautiful insanity, and learning how to live it to the fullest is something that we will never figure out; you will always have the ‘gray’

I glanced into my closet and sighed. My clothes were bright and colorful which didn’t reflect my mood. I kept looking around for something dark to wear. The person whom I was a year ago matched this messy, out of place closet, but that wasn’t me, not any more. That person was fearless, bold, and independent, but one doctors visit can change your life. They told me it required Chemo and the cost would be high, but they didn’t tell me the emotional cost. Losing all my hair was just a stepping stone to depression. After that the colors of my world seemed to fade. My closet with its abundance of colorful clothes just reminded of the life I once knew; it was like a sky rocket into deeper and more pensive depression. Over the course of the past year

Countless times I’ve sat, mindless gaze fixed on the wall, eyes brimming with silent, slow tears. The void opens in my chest, I reach for my phone, then stop, with the helpless hesitation of one who truly believes that none of her friends will care. You are useless, my mind whispers. You are worthless. I stare listlessly at stucco ceilings, white and blank and empty; I hide within the folds of duvet covers; I wither within a trench of self-pity. The insidious beast settles in, to either destroy my relationships or render me useless in any endeavour. But, once the storm passes, I am myself again – ostensibly flatline but not necessarily depressed.

“I will never be able to experience these precious moments again,” I muttered to myself, “since it will never be the same.” I released a long sigh and in that moment, depression struck me once again.