Personal Narrative: Living With Parents In Arizona

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When I was 15, I left my dad and my sister in Kansas and came to live with my grandparents here in Arizona for my mental health. My childhood was quite tragic. I was physically and emotionally abused by my mom until my dad made her move out, and I was bullied at school. Before I came to Arizona, I was having suicidal thoughts on a daily basis and I had just attempted suicide for the seventh time. My dad, who has high-functioning autism, didn't know how to deal with it and made things worse. Originally I was just going to stay with my grandparents for the summer so somebody would be there to make sure I didn't commit suicide, but my dad decided to let me stay permanently. Living with my grandparents in Arizona instead of with my dad back in Kansas has brought a great and wonderful …show more content…
Back in Kansas, I only had one friend, and we hardly ever got to spend any time together. I was usually too nervous to talk to her in person anyway because I had a huge crush on her. I suppose there were a few people who counted as friends in the very loose sense, but I wasn't close to them, and I didn't spend much time with them either. I had lots of friends in elementary school, but I lost them all in sixth grade. My loneliness was one of the major contributing factors to my depression. When I came to Arizona, I was able to make several new friends. I only get to see them once a week, but that's okay because I know they're truly my friends and they'll always be there for me when I need them. Living with my grandparents has completely changed my life for the better. I no longer have to endure my dad's unintentional emotional abuse, I finally got the help I so desperately needed, and I've made true friends. Back when I lived with my dad, I believed my life was hopeless. Now, thanks to my grandparents and my awesome therapist, I'm happier than I believed

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