Shannon Wallace
11/12/14
Ms. Koop.
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Down the rabbit hole
“ I’m late. I’m late for a very important date. No time to say ‘hello goodbye’ I’m late. I’m Late. I’m late.” In Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland, this is the chant the little white rabbit sang. As the rabbit runs by, Alice’s curiosity bests her. She tumbles down the rabbit hole after him and finds herself scared, alone, and frustrated. Though the story was light hearted, a much more serious matter loomed under the surface. Alice had become depressed. Nothing ever felt right to her again after Wonderland, as we see in the 2012 movie adaptation. Being scared, alone, or frustrated are ways one can give him or herself this misery. Depression is a serious illness but is not given the …show more content…
This feeling of hopelessness can feel like you just want to curl up and drink some cocoa because of a bad day. However, sometimes depression can be far more serious; this illness is hard to control and, at times, can feel like the patient is falling in and out of reality. The Center of Disease Control and Prevention claims, “Just experiencing one episode of depression places the individual at a Fifty percent higher risk for experiencing another.” This explains how the illness is like falling down a hole; once you begin, it is hard or nearly impossible to stop. Depression is not a “snap out of it” type of disease according to Health. Org. This source reports that depression is a serious condition. It also claims that as the symptoms of depression are not personal, hiding the problem will not make it go away, and one cant fix somebody else’s …show more content…
Well, here’s my story: I had been bullied my whole life, and in eighth grade it caught up to me. Along with the rudeness of my peers, I was terribly stressed, causing me not to eat for weeks on end. I started seeing a therapist, but soon stopped. A year after my eating disorder took place, I began to harm myself. A few months later I was diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety. I was scared. I began to take medication for my problems, and it helped. I am still reminded though that I need this medication to survive, to be able to get out of bed in the morning, to be able to give the slightest smile or laugh, to do tasks easy to the common person. It’s not comforting and it doesn’t feel good. I had very little support and if maybe I had more, I wouldn’t have gotten as bad as I
11/12/14
Ms. Koop.
OO
Down the rabbit hole
“ I’m late. I’m late for a very important date. No time to say ‘hello goodbye’ I’m late. I’m Late. I’m late.” In Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland, this is the chant the little white rabbit sang. As the rabbit runs by, Alice’s curiosity bests her. She tumbles down the rabbit hole after him and finds herself scared, alone, and frustrated. Though the story was light hearted, a much more serious matter loomed under the surface. Alice had become depressed. Nothing ever felt right to her again after Wonderland, as we see in the 2012 movie adaptation. Being scared, alone, or frustrated are ways one can give him or herself this misery. Depression is a serious illness but is not given the …show more content…
This feeling of hopelessness can feel like you just want to curl up and drink some cocoa because of a bad day. However, sometimes depression can be far more serious; this illness is hard to control and, at times, can feel like the patient is falling in and out of reality. The Center of Disease Control and Prevention claims, “Just experiencing one episode of depression places the individual at a Fifty percent higher risk for experiencing another.” This explains how the illness is like falling down a hole; once you begin, it is hard or nearly impossible to stop. Depression is not a “snap out of it” type of disease according to Health. Org. This source reports that depression is a serious condition. It also claims that as the symptoms of depression are not personal, hiding the problem will not make it go away, and one cant fix somebody else’s …show more content…
Well, here’s my story: I had been bullied my whole life, and in eighth grade it caught up to me. Along with the rudeness of my peers, I was terribly stressed, causing me not to eat for weeks on end. I started seeing a therapist, but soon stopped. A year after my eating disorder took place, I began to harm myself. A few months later I was diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety. I was scared. I began to take medication for my problems, and it helped. I am still reminded though that I need this medication to survive, to be able to get out of bed in the morning, to be able to give the slightest smile or laugh, to do tasks easy to the common person. It’s not comforting and it doesn’t feel good. I had very little support and if maybe I had more, I wouldn’t have gotten as bad as I