Personal Narrative: My Life As A Victim Of Depression

Most readers at this time can not even comprehend the pain Lily feels because most people do not go through times like this. Kidd presents abuse by adding the commentary, “I’d been kneeling on grits since I was six, but still I never got used to that powdered-glass feeling beneath my skin” (Kidd, 24). Nobody will ever get used to abuse. The audience feels sorrow for Lily at this point. She has been dealing with abuse for about 8 years.

Your work changed my view of self by realizing that I don’t have a bad life. Growing up, my parents would always fight, drank a lot, my dad was rarely home, my mom was unhappy, and I never really felt like I had an actual family. I witnessed a lot of bad things that happened between my parents when they fought and is something I’d never wish upon anyone. My parents got divorced when i was 9, which I took very hard because I had to live with my mom by court and I missed my dad a lot. I thought having divorced parents was hard but after reading A Child Called “It”, I was appreciative of my childhood because I wasn’t abused, wasn’t treated badly by my mom, and was loved by both of my parents.

This was symbolic to the narrator’s confinement within her own home by her husband. She clearly told John that this room is not good for her but he never listened. Due to this reason, the narrator does not feel like sharing the things that trouble her. Her condition was getting worse by the passing with but she didn’t mention it to her husband because according to him it’s just in her head. “I cry at nothing and cry most of the time.

To begin, the lack of financial stability in the Walls family has always been problematic, however as the mother of her children, Rose Mary never contributed much to the family income due to her stubbornness and free-spirited nature. A prime example of Rose Mary not providing for her family is a constant lack of food in the house. The children’s hunger is apparent when Jeannette says, “We did eat less. Once we lost our credit at the commissary, we quickly ran out of food. Sometimes Dad’s odd jobs would come through, or he’d win some money gambling, and we’d eat for a few days.

I didn’t feel anything different, I just felt angrier. One day as I sat down and talked with one of my aunts, she told me, “Some things happen for a reason.” I told myself that I wasn’t going to allow the absence of my father prevent me from getting father in life. Many always thought that I was just this angry little girl, but they never sat down and asked me why I felt so angry inside. Not having that male role model in a child’s life can lead them down the road to destruction. The strength that I have gained was to take the pain and use it as a lesson in life.

I don 't know if she knew how much that affected me, but because of those few words I was so self-conscious I never cut my hair short, or let anyone see my scars even if they asked. I shouldn´t have to feel ashamed of something that saved my life, but because it made me different I was bullied by several people I thought were my friends. ¨If we could´nt feel hate how would we know what love is¨, this is a quote I found interesting, it made me wonder what it would be like if there was only love, most of our worlds history would change because lets face it almost all of our history is war and

I fell into depression when I was 13 years old. No one knew. I laughed at jokes and smiled at classmates, all the while feeling a hollow sadness that did not go away. I cried myself to sleep for apparently no reasons other than that sadness I felt. And I hated myself for crying for no reason.

But at the time I did would not see any need for it. Growing up I used to dread going to work out with my dad it was one of the worst things ever. He used to have me doing different drills. Running countless laps over and today. Basketball Time we used to go I would end up crying sooner or later it was never a time we did not go where I didn 't.

I felt the void inside me magnify and I became more dependent on games to feel at ease. I didn 't care about my early years of high school; My grades were poor and my mind was too focused on trying to forget the struggles of life. After sophomore year of high school, I began to think and acknowledge all of the issues I’ve experienced throughout my life. I thought to myself that I could never achieve true happiness if I continued to run away and hide from the reality of

Moreover, her lonely life is also one of the factors causing madness, whenever she wants to meet her families and friends, her husband repeatedly rejected her requests: “It is so discouraging not to have any advice and companionship about my work. […] to let me have those stimulating people about now.” (Gilman, 649) She was asked not to have any companions, except the yellow wallpaper. Even a normal person can’t live in such an unbearable environment for a long time, not to mention the narrator whose mental is devastated. However, these factors caused significant changes in narrator’s