Personal Narrative: My Life In A Christian Home

I still remember the day I saw my dad walk out the front door, and the note he left on the shiny white stand. My mother reading it and my grandmother consoling her; he left my siblings, my family, and I with nothing. I remember that day as if it were yesterday, I just remember feeling cold, unsafe, and unloved. My mother grew up in a society in which sociologists call it upper class. Her family had a lot of money back in our country in which she never had to learn how to cook, clean, or do any work. She was one of eight children. Her father passed away when his airplane crashed and, leaving my grandmother to provide for her family. To me this is a valuable thing due to showing my mother that even though you might come from a high society …show more content…
I remember in school I was bullied to the point that I couldn’t bear to leave the classroom to go to recess or even go to lunch. My whole childhood was me being stuck to a book. Even though I had these problems, I always tended to have good grades. Despite the bullying, the family abandonment, and the fundamentals of being in a strict Christian home I was still trying to succeed in life. School for me was a sanctuary, and books were my life. The bullies were just the blasphemers of my pseudo-religious peace. The sensation of learning and wanting to better myself helped me forget about my problems. New Jersey isn’t the easiest place to grow up. The school system was corrupted in many ways; for example, students didn’t respect teachers, and teachers didn’t respect students. I grew up with drug dealers, kids from wrecked homes, and many others of similar regard. I knew that I belonged somewhere, but it certainly was not New Jersey. Throughout elementary and middle school, I saw that I wasn’t going to keep progressing by remaining in Jersey, but fortunately, I had a brighter future ahead of me than that of many of my peers. I knew that for being Hispanic or being a female wasn’t going to stop me from being something better, maybe society thinks that being a female you have a stop in which you do not. School began to no longer feel like a sanctuary, and at …show more content…
I always knew she must have had a good reason to leave us, because I believed that she wanted more for us; however, I never truly understood why she left. Once she saw that I came to find her, she wanted me to stay. At the beginning I wanted to leave, I questioned myself on what I did. I did not like the south, or in other words the Bible belt. I finished middle school here, about to start high school in which everyone knows it’s a new beginning for a Latina woman. When I moved to Georgia once again I was the minority there in which it was only three Hispanics including me. The struggle to actually fit in, and not wanting for history to repeat itself, like being bullied again. The bullying stopped but another dilemma came into place I was suffering from racism, a combination of depression and anxiety. I have never experience so much hatred towards a minority group as much as here than anywhere else. There was a point in which I couldn’t bear and see this going on every day at school, it made me so anxious. I believed that this was putting a limit to our society, that due to these “religious”, racist and obnoxious kids making us, the Latino community in which it started to grow to feel unsecure. With all of these things I began to lose focus I began to be depressed and really anxious I didn’t know that a mental health was going to stop me. It stopped me from