The Painful Journey Of Depression

My mother became depressed, my father became disabled, and my brother was skipping school. I continued going to school from eight until four, which was a big relief in my life because it made me forget the hard times. My grades slowly began to decline, as well as my motivation. I gave up many opportunities such as attending New York’s number one specialized high school. I recognized my mistakes and was able to identify my failure. School was not the only place where I lacked interest in because I also slowly started to push my friends away. As a young teenager, I did not think I would ever make it to college. I became frustrated at my parents because my life was ruined and it was all their fault.

During those semesters, I relapsed in my battle with depression. I was originally diagnosed at the age of nine but learned to manage the disease with the proper tools of guidance of professionals. The transition from college to the next step presented me with many new challenges that reignited my triggers. After having the disease in remission for so long, I had forgot how to handle my struggles on a day to day basis, so my academics took a hit. The process of learning to cope, build myself back up, and continue moving forward has been tough but has made more confident in who I am as a person, a student, and as a future

I decided to leave Bear River, and transfer to Box Elder High School. I was better for a couple weeks, but I found myself to be “out of place”, since many of the other students have made their friendships in grade school. Transferring back to Bear River my Junior year, still doing poorly in almost all aspects of my life; school, social groups, family, I felt like this world would be better without me, and I was ready to take a drastic, irreversible step. Fortunately, I did not go through with my plan, and I was diagnosed with depression. Soon after I was diagnosed; I tried to get back on track, to the best of my ability. I started participating more in groups, clubs, and organizations, and that is when I truly found out how much I loved Future Business Leaders of America, otherwise known as

I was sleeping a lot, my grades were failing, I rarely left my room and I found myself going to class in pajamas more often than not. By the end of the second semester, I was failing two classes and I was so emotionally distraught that I finally decided it was time to ask for help. Getting to the point where I was able to acknowledge my mental illness and reach out to a professional was huge for me. I have been struggling with depression since I was in high school, but I was too ashamed (and extremely stubborn) to admit that I had a problem and I needed help. My first thought was that I needed to go into counseling, but the wait for that is extremely long and I would be back at UNH by the time I was let in. At this point I was stressed out and felt like I had no other

Idle depression set in because I let school define me, and now that I could not attend, I had nothing to do. I was an undocumented immigrant, so I could not apply for most financial aid, I could not get a job or my driver’s license. I was just existing and harboring jealously in my heart for the friends who seemed to lead a successful life. I quickly realized this was unhealthy and found ways to cope. I volunteered for Let’s Get Ready, a non-profit for low-income students to prepare them for the SAT and college. This activity restored my joy for learning and

At the end of this previous semester, I seriously considered my placement at Champlain College. The transition from my restrictive high school and home life to the freedom, difficulty, and responsibility of college proved strenuous for me; I struggled with balancing my mental health, social life, and academic responsibilities. In the second semester, my seasonal depression flared up, causing me to lose significant energy and motivation, and I procrastinated doing my classwork as I experienced an intense depressive episode.

At a young age, having all four of my grandparents die was crushing. One in front of me, two by suicide and one to cancer. In the second grade when my dad went to rehab, not only eroding our relationship, but also tearing apart my family. As a result, during my third grade year, sleep was rare due to the echoing fighting that I would hear in the adjacent room. Meanwhile this lack of sleep only made school worse. Being called a “retard” because dyslexia made it a pain in the ass to read. This fearful environment slowly began to embed anxiety into my young self. Now that my family was begging to get tired of my hometown in Arizona, we packed our bags and moved to San Diego. In 6th grade is where I got into my first fist fight in the middle school locker room, where Mr. Beckley had to break us apart. Only giving me the “new kid” a bad reputation to some, but respect to others. The ones who began to give me respect, would only bring me down further than I already was. On to my later years in middle school where I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Witch felt like a constant rain cloud over me at all times, where the weight of my bed sheets was too much to handle. Therefor causing more chaos in my family. This would give myself an almost constant knot in my throat ready to break down and cry at any part of the day. But like any story, there's light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how long it seems or how dark it gets, there is... Going into my freshman things

Even though my depression is in my past and I have overcame it. It still haunts me daily. I am in a constant state of paranoia that I will fall helplessly back into it. This fear is a weight I will never be able to lift off my shoulders, but it also changed me in a positive way. In this experience I truly found myself. I learned who I was. I found out what type of person, friend, and family member I wanted to be. I learned multiple moral lessons. I learned to never judge others. We do not always understand what trials they are facing and I knew personally how easy it was to fake happiness. Also it taught me how to be there for someone like my family was there for me. Having people there for you is a necessity when going through trials. It can be the difference of if you persevere through or if you fall defeated to the trial you are

When my parents divorced, I stepped up and I took care of my siblings when my mother could not. In doing so, all the challenges I faced from then on, I faced them all alone. Therefore, my mother would not have to worry about me and focus on herself and my sisters. Living in a house of four my not seem so difficult but when you are the glue that holds the family together, there is no room for error. When my oldest sister dropped out of high school, all the pressure went on me to do better in school, graduate, and go to college. Teachers, security guards, my parents told me I have-to graduate and go to college to get a better life than them. It was like a record stuck on repeat, everywhere I go I was faced with the same lecture. With being told what to do and how to live my life I fell into depression the first semester of my senior year. This was one of my biggest challenges I had to face, I was left alone to figure out a puzzle with missing pieces. Listening to everyone tell me I have-to this and that with my life makes me sick to my stomach. What if I am not interested in going to college? What if I just drop everything and leave? What if can define today from tomorrow. Slowly realizing that only I can pick myself up and carry myself to where I want to be in life, helped me realize I can work to the best of my ability and set goals for myself. one of my goals is to go to Loyola University and to Major in Forensic

During my sophomore year, the stress of taking all AP and Honors classes made me more vulnerable to having mental breakdowns. I grew increasingly tired of trying to fit the ideal image of a Vietnamese girl and maintaining the best grades so that my family would be proud of me. They had continued to tear me down with any chance that they could despite my desire and efforts to become accepted. Things took a worse turn during the summer before my junior year. My self-esteem became so low that I could no longer jokingly call myself beautiful, even though I had been able to do so on numerous occasions before. That was when depression hit me hard. Mood swings became a part of my daily life and I became immensely dependent on the presence of others. I fell into despair with the thoughts of not knowing what my purpose to live was

It wasn't until High School where I realized this wasn't the case and embraced the idea that maybe if I just gave it a chance, I would be able to heal and get better. I understood finally that depression didn’t define me and that it wasn't the deciding factor for everything I did.

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

Relate to Audience: A lot of college students suffers from depression daily. The stress from being in an unfamiliar environment, working and going to school at the same time can be a very heavy load to deal with. On

This paper introduces a 35-year-old female who is exhibiting signs of sadness, lack of interest in daily activities and suicidal tendencies. She has no interest in hobbies, which have been very important to her in the past. Her lack of ambition and her suicidal tendencies are causing great concern for her family members. She is also exhibiting signs of hypersomnia, which will put her in dangerous situations if left untreated. The family has great concern about her leaving the hospital at this time, fearing that she may be a danger to herself. A treatment plan and ethical considerations will be discussed.

feelings can linger for years. Depression is a social disorder characterized by a depressed mood