Personal Narrative: Mentally Ill At Wallace

Mentally Ill at Wallace I know what it’s like to be crazy. I’ve spent most of my life this way. Even though I wouldn’t trade my insanity for anything, it definitely has its down falls. Underestimating myself is definitely one of them… I never thought I’d make it here. In order for you to understand what I’m trying to say, I have to go back into the past and tell you about my battles. It’s not an easy story to share, but it taught me one of the greatest lessons. Mental illness runs in my family, so I was raised in a home where it was often talked about. My mother was Bi-polar as well as my sister, and both of them suffered from anxiety. I remember seeing how those demons plagued my family and how terrified I was that it could happen to me. My sister had to leave school due to her anxiety and watching the way it changed her only made it worse. It wasn’t until my 8th grade year that I started to notice the changes in myself. The thought of going to class, large groups, the teaching calling on me, or even needing help on an assignment made me panic. My palms would sweat, my stomach would turn to knots and I would feel as if my chest was caving in. I tried hiding it for as long as could, but it eventually grew worse. My moods began changing rapidly and I couldn’t concentrate. I was even losing my friends. I began acting out by cutting, drinking and using drugs. Every decision I was making was moving me further from where I needed to be. My 9th grade year I decided, with …show more content…
Borderline Personality Disorder and Bi-Polar II. I started taking my medication, got clean, and made the goal of working toward my GED. There were obstacles I had to overcome before I was able to obtain it, but I finally did it this year. I wish my mother could have been there to see it, it would have made her so proud to know that I overcame my biggest battle…