“It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.” (Buddha). A serious life choice I had to make was whether to continue living or not. I have suffered with depression almost my entire life. At age eight, was when I first started experiencing symptoms of depression. All through elementary to tenth grade I was bullied, it caused my depression to worsen. At age fifteen, I began to self-harm. I felt a pain inside me that I could not control. A pain I was continuously drowning in. On my sixteenth birthday I dropped out of high school, and enrolled to get my General Education Diploma (GED). I thought things would begin to get better.
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I wrote my goodbye letters, one by one, and took over five hundred pills. After a few minutes of taking the pills I began to question my decision, did I really want depression to win this fight? I called for my Mother and sister to come downstairs to my room; I then told them what I had done. They were in complete shock; they did not realize it had become that bad. I was rushed to WellStar West Georgia Medical Center in LaGrange, Georgia. All I can remember was going in and out of consciousness while lying in the backseat. My sister did everything to keep me awake, by yelling my name, and slapping my face gently so I opened my eyes. She did anything she had to do to make sure my eyes stayed open and I stayed awake. Once we made it to the hospital they immediately rushed me to the back and began doing everything they could to keep me alive. One of the doctors at the hospital told my Mother if she had not gotten me there when she did, I would have been dead. I woke up at Henrietta Egleston Hospital for Children in Atlanta, Georgia. It was not until the third day there that I was fully awake. Throughout the days I continued to go in and out of darkness until all the pills were completely out of my …show more content…
I was admitted there for a week; while I was there I learned different ways to help my depression. Rather than self-harming or suicide, I learned that it was okay to ask for help, and that it did not make me weak. I was also put on medication to help stabilize my moods. After being released from The Bradley Center, my sister did everything she could do to help me not go back to the way I once felt. She began to do research on depression and found different ways to help someone with depression. She bought me journals to write down how I was feeling. She planned all these things for us to do together so I did not feel alone. My sister was the one person whom never left my side or judged me through the bad days and good. My sister is the reason I am still alive today. Without her support I do not think I could have stayed strong and made it this long. She encouraged me to go back to school and finish getting my GED. Once I received my diploma she helped me start enrolling into college. To this day my sister has never stopped supporting me or encouraging me to better
I wrote my goodbye letters, one by one, and took over five hundred pills. After a few minutes of taking the pills I began to question my decision, did I really want depression to win this fight? I called for my Mother and sister to come downstairs to my room; I then told them what I had done. They were in complete shock; they did not realize it had become that bad. I was rushed to WellStar West Georgia Medical Center in LaGrange, Georgia. All I can remember was going in and out of consciousness while lying in the backseat. My sister did everything to keep me awake, by yelling my name, and slapping my face gently so I opened my eyes. She did anything she had to do to make sure my eyes stayed open and I stayed awake. Once we made it to the hospital they immediately rushed me to the back and began doing everything they could to keep me alive. One of the doctors at the hospital told my Mother if she had not gotten me there when she did, I would have been dead. I woke up at Henrietta Egleston Hospital for Children in Atlanta, Georgia. It was not until the third day there that I was fully awake. Throughout the days I continued to go in and out of darkness until all the pills were completely out of my …show more content…
I was admitted there for a week; while I was there I learned different ways to help my depression. Rather than self-harming or suicide, I learned that it was okay to ask for help, and that it did not make me weak. I was also put on medication to help stabilize my moods. After being released from The Bradley Center, my sister did everything she could do to help me not go back to the way I once felt. She began to do research on depression and found different ways to help someone with depression. She bought me journals to write down how I was feeling. She planned all these things for us to do together so I did not feel alone. My sister was the one person whom never left my side or judged me through the bad days and good. My sister is the reason I am still alive today. Without her support I do not think I could have stayed strong and made it this long. She encouraged me to go back to school and finish getting my GED. Once I received my diploma she helped me start enrolling into college. To this day my sister has never stopped supporting me or encouraging me to better