Personal Narrative: Aspergers, Anxiety, Depression

About a year ago I went through the hardest time of my life thus far. I was sitting in my room and I heard my mom start to cry, I walked out and asked her what was wrong. Little did I know she was going to tell me that my cousin Jesse, had committed suicide. It was toward the beginning of my junior year when I found out what had happened to my cousin. I was still getting used to all of my hard classes that I was taking that year and all of the work I was getting.

It was 1 and a half weeks in the eating disorder center and three

I was the ultimate outcast. Plus, my face wasn’t the happiest so no one really approached me. The first day was really lonely. I remember texting my best friend from my last school and just wanted to start crying because I missed her so much. First and second passed by quickly than came lunch.

Every night I lay in my bed, I have all these thoughts that swirl in my head. Of a complex set of fictional events that eventually lead to my utterly tragic death. And from there? ..

In the story “A Temporary Matter” from the book Interpreter of Maladies Jhumpa Lahiri, examines how harboring a secret can tear a couple’s relationship apart to a million pieces. In the story, a young couple are experiencing nightly power outages and are forced to tell each other secrets to past the time. The readers can tell immediately that the couple doesn’t have a loving relationship anymore. Ever since the death of their son, both Shukumar and Shoba been like “two trains passing in the night”; she left for work before Shukumar woke up every morning and when she came home she poured all of her attention into her work files.

August 29, 2006 will always stick out in my life. For the first time I had to deal with something that had plagued me my whole life, anxiety. Day after day walking into school I would be crying with my mom in the school office worried about everything. I would get nervous and anxious about tests, friends, and teachers everything played a role. It wasn 't until a year later that I would be diagnosed with general anxiety disorder.

Earlier that day, I had gotten a stomach ache during basketball. I thought it would end up going away, but it didn’t, and that had turned into a trip to the nurse. After the nurse gave me medicine and it only got worse and I started throwing up continuously, the trip to the nurse turned into a trip to the doctor’s office. While at

It has been almost ten years since my first battle with depression. For three months I was totally debilitated. At the time I remember thinking, feeling and believing that my life would never be the same again. But to my complete and utter amazement I eventually found help that restored my mind and body to a normal state. It seemed like a miracle at the time, but that was before I learned about the condition.

Thinking back to third grade, I can recall constantly getting in trouble in class. I was not a bad child and my classmates even considered me to be a teacher’s pet, but I could never get on this particular teacher’s good side. Every day, I would go home and my mother would ask me “How was your day?” I would tell her about what I learned, what we did as a class, and what I got in trouble for that day. On one instance, my best friend turned around in her desk to tell me a joke and I laughed.

How I have become who I am On New Year’s Eve 2001 I was diagnosed with child hood leukemia. I was eleven years old and thrown into a whole new way of life and events. On Sunday December 30th we had just arrived back home early from Christmas vacation in California due to me being so sick. My dad took me back to my mom’s house on Monday (New Year’s Eve) and told her I was sick and needed to go to the doctor.

So for the whole day I was freaking out basically, weird sounds were coming about, students we 're going home sick left and right, it was just a weird week of school. So for the rest of that day my mind went back and fourth, are they real, are they not and that just kept crossing my mind at that moment. It got pretty bad to the point we 're I couldn’t really concentrate about school.

My body ached, I stopped eating and tried to stop feeling by sleeping for close to twelve hours a day. Luckily my parents, god bless their souls, fought tooth and nail with me almost every day just to get me to sit up and get out of bed never mind leave the house. In the winter of 2014, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. As time went on I was able to get treatment and by late spring I was back at school. When school ended in June of 2015 I wanted to continue on to my senior with the rest of my classmates.

It really has not changed much since then. This cycle seems to repeat itself over and over. According to Brake, “Young people have always suffered from the envious criticism of their elders” (1). Teenagers in the 1950s received just as much criticism than teens today. The idea that teenyboppers in the 1950s went crazy

I was ashamed of my illness and despised the stares I got at school. The stares soon turned into bullying. Middle school can be a grueling time for preteens and being bullied for something I have no control of only made it harder. I did not think that there was anything that could help until I took the initiative to educate

“It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” The summer before sixth grade I discovered I had a severe case of Scoliosis. I had an 80 degree curve in addition to my spine being twisted. However; the most devastating thing about it was not fixable with a brace.