Personal Narrative: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

I was nine when I discovered my brother had paranoid schizophrenia. After overhearing a commotion coming from downstairs, I quietly peered into my family room. There my brother laid, red faced, hyperventilating, and yelling for the things filling his mind to stop. I witnessed the confusion upon my mother’s face, wondering why her twenty year old son would not stop screaming. This initial memory of my brother’s condition would be the beginning of an eight year crusade to combat his illness.
My brother’s condition brought upon numerous events in which a young child should not endure: four mental institution admissions, physical altercations, and emergency 911 calls. Above all, I witnessed an individual transform before my eyes and I yearned