Personal Narrative Analysis

I was unbothered, no one cared so much about me. It was like I was fully drained like when people get the flu, completely dull. I was forgotten by my family like a dog who’s been abandoned. Depression at its finest. When I was younger my father died from a heart attack. I remember being in the second grade, leaving his home crying my eyes out. I knew it was his time to go, I felt it in my soul. Imagine a little girl crying her eyes out because she felt like something tragic was going to happen. And it did. That day, that week in the second grade my life changed forever. Flash forward to the seventh grade, I become excessively depressed. I remember it like it was yesterday. I use to never talk to my family, barely talk to anyone at school and if I did, I was angry with them because I was angry with the world. During this time of my life I never thought I would feel so vacant. Usually at this age you’re supposed to have no …show more content…
My mother, this strong beautiful women that I admire, helped me through one of the worst times in my life. My mother never realized how depressed I was until she saw the marks on my wrist left by pain. I never actually told anyone how much pain I felt until I got help. I remember, it was Thanksgiving and my mother and I were getting ready to leave when she noticed the marks on my arm and was full of anger. She screamed at the top of her lungs and asked me over and over again ‘why I did that to myself.’ I had tears streaming down my face, speechless. I thought about saying “because I want to die,” but I didn’t have the strength to say it outloud. I remember, running to my room to get away from her, so I could be alone and never leave my room again. After what felt like hours of endless crying she came into my room, sat down and hugged me. “ I love you Kai, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. You’re my baby. I will do anything and everything to help you,” she said hugging me