Write A Narrative Essay About Being June Cleaver

A week after my grandfather 's wake I received a letter saying “don 't ever speak to me again,” a devastating blow from my best friend of eight years. A million thoughts raced through my head and I immediately embarked on the five stages of grief, bypassing denial, anger, and bargaining because I am an overachiever. However, depression made up for lost time swaddling me in it 's clutches. I delved into the nightmare where everything is bleak and I 'm still on the couch at four in the afternoon in my pyjamas with a Netflix marathon of Breaking Bad and a can of whipped cream. This is the depression where suicide begins looking like a good option and then it 's time to get help. My family dragged me to a therapist and explained that the week before I had been elated, cleaning the whole house which was unusual, and I had been dressing like a 50

This is when my new life started. The medications had side effects, but the choice between being June Cleaver or the couch blob made me willing to take them, and I became a compliant patient. After months of medication, therapy, and dozens of family education sessions about how to communicate with mentally ill people, I began to feel normal, or what normal is described as. Being level and focused, alongside embarking on the journey without my best friend, gave me clarity. I accepted that she was never coming back. So, when I got the “I 'm sorry I left, I shouldn 't have abandoned you,” email from her, I promptly burst into tears. Immediately I wrote back, vomiting out all the information about my diagnosis and life since she 'd left, sprinkling it with apologies for doing whatever it was I had done because I had no recollection. Then, I waited. I waited for the “I forgive you” I desperately needed to hear; but it didn 't come. Instead the response was, “No, I was wrong, it had nothing to do with you. I will never leave again. Will you please forgive me?” Without hesitation I wrote back a one word response, “yes” and