Personal Narrative: My Mid-Year Of My Life

It was the year of my 15th birthday and at that age; you would think I was a happy and care-free teenager, I was far from it. All my life I knew I was different, while all my siblings were into playing outside and getting along I would be away off in my own world. I wasn’t doing much, but it was enough for my family to question my always being in a sad or depressing mood. In my family, the thought of anything mental health was just a faze and whoever was going through it would get over it. I didn’t. Mid-year of my 15th year of life; I remember my first hospitalized from my first attempt of suicides. I wasn’t very popular so which meant I bullied by all the girls who consider high ranking in my school. One day I had had enough and decided that was it, I was going to doing it right there in the girl's restroom. I had taken out of my backpack a bottle of pills that was filled with the medication I had taken from my mother’s pain medicine cabinet …show more content…
There is still so much I want to do, and I can’t do that if I’m always stuck in bed in the dark balling my eyes out because I can’t get my emotions under control or let alone no longer living because I did something to end my life. Depression makes it very hard see that, but with the right help, I am now able to look out and see pass the darkness that was covering my sight to see the light to life. Let me just put it this way, not too long ago during one of my episodes; my mother asked me a question that of course made me cry even more but I did ask myself “What do I think my late husband and son would feel seeing me like this?”, “don’t I think they would want me to live and enjoy life or just let it slip by me?”. And it is things like these questions that honestly help me get through the day among meditation and others