Lunacy: The Portrait of a Student
Sylvia Plath once wrote, “The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no further.” I wish I could say my descent into madness was graceful, but yet that wasn’t the case. I had hit rock bottom. Actually I had cannonballed into it. I was a shadow of a girl then, but I wasn’t always like that. I felt on top of the world, I had graduated 20 out of 639, and I had gotten into my dream school. My collapse taught me that it was okay to fail, to admit that you needed help, most importantly, to not lose your sense of self.
Sunlight cracked through the blinds of my dorm room, proof that I had another sleepless night. The familiar dread scrawled upon me, never letting me do anything without it., much less sleep. The “F’s” I received yesterday danced their way in my mind, headlining that once again, I had failed. I ran into the restroom spilling my despair, and attempting to hold back my sobs. I looked into the mirror wiping my face, and I couldn’t recognize myself anymore. The girl in the mirror had bloodshot eyes, a pale face, and hadn’t brushed her hair in a while. “Kassy!” The shout disrupted my depressing observation. “Kassy! Happy birthday! You are 19 years old …show more content…
I stood outside my therapist's office, ready to change. She had me reflect on my life, and what lead to my demise. My mental collapse taught me that it's okay to need help, and sometimes you fail and it's fine. I learned that I should not attach my self worth to how successful I am. I realize now that you lose yourself when you least expect it, but you can always find your way back again. The descent into madness still threatens to eat me alive every now and then. If ever I have one of those terrible days where the torment of my hysteria blisters. Sylvia Plath’s quote helps me, “ I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I
Sylvia Plath once wrote, “The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no further.” I wish I could say my descent into madness was graceful, but yet that wasn’t the case. I had hit rock bottom. Actually I had cannonballed into it. I was a shadow of a girl then, but I wasn’t always like that. I felt on top of the world, I had graduated 20 out of 639, and I had gotten into my dream school. My collapse taught me that it was okay to fail, to admit that you needed help, most importantly, to not lose your sense of self.
Sunlight cracked through the blinds of my dorm room, proof that I had another sleepless night. The familiar dread scrawled upon me, never letting me do anything without it., much less sleep. The “F’s” I received yesterday danced their way in my mind, headlining that once again, I had failed. I ran into the restroom spilling my despair, and attempting to hold back my sobs. I looked into the mirror wiping my face, and I couldn’t recognize myself anymore. The girl in the mirror had bloodshot eyes, a pale face, and hadn’t brushed her hair in a while. “Kassy!” The shout disrupted my depressing observation. “Kassy! Happy birthday! You are 19 years old …show more content…
I stood outside my therapist's office, ready to change. She had me reflect on my life, and what lead to my demise. My mental collapse taught me that it's okay to need help, and sometimes you fail and it's fine. I learned that I should not attach my self worth to how successful I am. I realize now that you lose yourself when you least expect it, but you can always find your way back again. The descent into madness still threatens to eat me alive every now and then. If ever I have one of those terrible days where the torment of my hysteria blisters. Sylvia Plath’s quote helps me, “ I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I