Personal Narrative: The Great Depression

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

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.

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.

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

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.

Pain, despair, loss, depression, anxiety. Those are the things that somehow made me as I am today. On October 8th I was born, a happy baby who had no idea the rough road ahead. When I was in second grade my parents got divorced. I was close to my mom so when she moved away I was lost in a whole new way. My dad had always had some anger issues but when they split it was a little more frequent. I had to move schools the next year and it was weird because I didn’t know anything about public school. I remember one day a girl walked up to me and asked if I wore mascara and I didn’t even know what that was. I didn’t know how to make friends, so I decided to be friends with the first person I met. That was a big mistake because she was just

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.

When a person hears the words “The Great Depression,” almost everyone thinks of the worst economic times in the United States. The Great Depression started in the late 1920s and continued on until the early 1940s. It is known as being “the deepest and longest-lasting economic downturn in the history of the western industrialized world” (History.com). We can learn from the occurrences during The Great Depression that government involvement is the deciding factor of whether an economy will expand or continue to shrink during a recession.

Everyone knows the feeling of wanting to speak to someone yet the fear of rejection is stuck in the back of your mind, refusing to leave. "Painfully shy", a term used by fellow peers when describing me, and I must admit that they are far from wrong. I find myself stuck in an endless cycle of worry and regret, missing out on great opportunities as the thought of socialising with people I don't know makes my stomach churn and my palms sweat, a wave of nausea crashing over my entire being. I don't think "shy" is the correct label for me. However, I'm unsure what it is that's wrong with me, nor do I know if I will ever find out.

The Great Depression was a time in American history that not only affected the United States deeply, but also the rest of the world (Irwin). Jobs were tough to come by, the stock market was poor, and the American people lacked strong government leadership for a time. In Europe, countries recovering from the great losses of World War I were buried once again in debt and turmoil. The Great Depression was a consequence of many actions of greedy men in a consumer driven economy. In order to understand the Great Depression, one must look at the prosperity beforehand. The Great Depression was caused by the lack of responsibility amongst consumers and businessmen, poor banking practices, and the absence of government leadership and regulation in industry.

Although it’s been hard for my brother, Louis, my mother, Emma, my dad, Charles, and me, we have been enduring many hardships after this great war. Louis is only five, my mother’s thirty-eight, my dad’s thirty-nine, and I’m thirteen. Even though it ended almost a year ago, it still has some great effects on us. Some have had some positive effects, but they’ve mostly been bad. The Great War had not completely end in 1918.

O’Brien interviewed people regarding their personal experiences during the Great Depression. The reason on why O’Brien felt compelled to do so was because the last Americans who were caught where the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl will be gone in another decade or so, taking their historic childhoods with them. O’Brien argues although the Depression was a catastrophe for many, there were other who were able to just make it. The people she interviewed came from a family with many children that was able to squeak by, and remain together despite all the dilemmas that came their way.

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

People of all ages, backgrounds, and walks of life have felt depressed and unhappy at some time in their lives. These periods of sadness usually pass after a short time, but for some people, this feeling can remain for weeks, months, and even years. (1) This prolonged state of unhappiness is called major (or clinical) depression and is characterized by a persistent sad or "empty" mood, loss of interest in favorite activities, difficulty concentrating, and many other symptoms. It is not simply a mental state but an illness that interferes with the way people feel, function, and think.(2)