Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Christian Home

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As long as I can remember, I have been helping people. I grew up in a Christian home, and am the oldest of 9 children. When I was small, I was around my grandparents and great grandparents a great deal. I learned compassion and caring almost as a part of my very being. My life has brought many challenges. I have experienced depression since my teenage years. I had suicidal thoughts that I came close to acting on several times. Something always happened to distract me from my plans. I was never free to voice my depression to anyone. That just wouldn’t have been acceptable in my Christian home. Though I became a Christian at an early age, I still battled the depression. Serving others was modeled to me for as long as I can remember also. We helped those in need, visited nursing homes and participated in lay witness missions or other mission related events. …show more content…
I played the piano and sang in church with my family and other church musicians. Still the depression. I ran away from my parents and got married when I was 19. I soon had two beautiful children and a lovely home. We worked hard in our family business. I was involved in a local church, and had my children active there also. My then husband attended sometimes, but wasn’t really involved. Suddenly I found myself in the biggest challenge I had ever been

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