Reflection Of The Glass Castle

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After reading The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls, I realized how our lives are both similar and completely different. It’s hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that someone who is fairly famous and someone who has no significance in this world can be alike in many ways. Having read this book a few years back, it was actually helpful to me. It may have been helpful in the most indirect way possible, but helpful nonetheless. The Glass Castle had a small part in helping me through my problems with depression and anxiety.
It is very hard for me to write about this in many ways. 1, no one really knows about this, so the fact that I am actually telling someone is unreal; 2, writing about this subject AND trying to make it grammatically
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I am hoping for a huge sigh of relief after turning this in, and a weight off of my shoulders; I’d like to feel like I’m not hiding anything anymore. As I mentioned before, I spent many years of my life suffering from depression. As I have also mentioned before, I HAVE recovered. I did not choose to write about this to get attention from anyone, I am fine now, yada, yada, yada. I suppose I will start off with the main thing that happened in my life, that completely changed me: My parents got divorced. Now, most kids would be absolutely devastated after this happening, however, I am not most kids. In the end, I was very happy with it. Before the divorce, everything was absolutely perfect, or at least it was in the eyes of a seven year old. I didn’t notice much of a difference between my parents. Yeah, …show more content…
It wasn’t for attention anymore. I don’t know if it was more that I felt like I deserved the pain, or it was a release, another way to get my emotions out that didn’t include crying. I hated crying. I thought it was disgusting, and I was ashamed of myself even more every time I did it. I constantly blamed myself for my parents’ divorce. They didn’t want kids, and I learned that on one particular night when my dad was intoxicated. He straight up told me that my brother and I weren’t supposed to happen. Now, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love us unconditionally. He does, and we know that. However, we weren’t planned. I always catch myself thinking, “If I weren’t born, my parents would have lasted forever; they would have been happy.” I know I shouldn’t think that, but sometimes I can’t control it. I have never stopped thinking like that, but I have quit beating myself up over it. This went on until Sophomore year of High School. Now, It took a lot for me to actually get myself to quit doing it. It took a lot of support from the friends I have that were going through the same thing, but I DID stop. I no longer have the cuts on my body, but I still have the scars reminding me of it every single

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