Personal Narrative: My Reputation

For most of my childhood life, I was extremely defiant, stubborn, and strong willed. It all started with me refusing to sleep. No matter what my parents did, I would refuse to sleep alone. I would only sleep with someone else in the room with me or in bed next to me. I would scream, cry, and even make myself throw up until someone would allow me to sleep in their room with them. My parents brought me to my primary care provider who told them there wasn’t much they could do. I was so young and I wasn’t showing any other signs of behavioral problems. The doctor told my parents to give me a low dose of Benadryl (at that time, it was acceptable) to help me sleep. My mom, dad, and doctor agreed it was something I would outgrow. Elementary …show more content…
I went to a small school so once one person knew someone, everyone knew and the teachers gossiped more than the students. I was labeled as the trouble maker and my reputation was destroyed. No teacher wanted to deal with me, even though I had been medicated and I was improving. Because of my reputation, my depression started to come back and my doctor increased my medication. I was now up to 50 mg. While everyone was excited to start high school, I was extremely nervous for the change. I knew it was going to be more of a struggle than any other time in my life. The teachers were treating me different from the start, which meant they had talked to my former teachers. They didn’t want to help me and I began to fail classes again. For some reason, no matter what I did, the teacher’s opinions of me didn’t change, so I continued to act out. After finishing my freshman year in high school, my doctor upped my dose of Zoloft to 75 mg and recommended that I transfer schools. Although, I was sad to leave my friends, I knew if I ever wanted to be successful and get rid of my bad reputation, I had to do it. Transferring ended up being the best decision I ever agreed …show more content…
My mood was excellent and I was hardly showing signs of depression. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was happy. I graduated from high school, which is something I didn’t think was going to happen, with a 3.3 cumulative GPA. I was thrilled to prove to my former teachers that I did it. Once I got my depression under control, at the age of 18, I went to my primary care provider because I was having trouble breathing, chest pain, and I could not get my heart to stop racing. This went on for about three months. My doctor suspected anxiety, but sent me to a pulmonary specialist to get my lungs and heart checked just in case. The lung and heart test came back normal and like my doctor suspected, it was anxiety. MY primary care provider put me on a low dose of BuSpar, about 10 mg, to work with the Zoloft. The symptoms were finally in order and I could breathe again. Everything was back to my