Personal Narrative: Life With Depression

Depression runs as deep as an ocean that man has yet to reach. Depression is an ice cold friend that wraps his arms around you and never lets go. It is also like being bolted to concrete ground on a snowy day. The decline of emotions is rapid like the sting of a bee. Life with depression is like being put in a casket and thrown in the ocean and trying to escape. It all begins when someone you love and trust decides to leave you.
Nobody seems to understand that the smile that lays on my face is painted. The “happy” mask that I wear helps hide the ticking time bomb I am hiding within. I know everyone means well when they put the double sided sword into my heart. It is okay that they leave me there alone to clean up the blood and fix the wounds …show more content…
That not everyone is who they say they were. My mother taught me that no man is to ever be trusted. After those conversations she taught me how to save money so the bills could get paid. All I wanted to do was watch television and play with my toys, but adulthood came knocking on my door sooner than expected.
Money is like catching a butterfly on a sunny summer evening. Catching the butterfly is difficult, but it is easily lost when not taken care of. When I wanted a cheap toy from the store I was told I couldn’t have it because that money is for food only. Growing up I knew what it felt like to save as much as you can so you have enough for the next day. The weight of my mother's financial problems laid gracefully on my shoulders like thousand pound boulders.
I began to believe that the roses called life were beginning to bloom. Instead, the roses began to dry out, only leaving the thorns behind and a trail of blood. The coldness of my friend called depression took over my life. The desire to live dwindled like a piece of paper being thrown into a forest fire. I longed to be happy again. I believed that happiness wasn’t real and that behind happiness was a lifetime of