Personal Narrative: My Abuse In My Family

I have lived in Memphis for 19 years now. My parents divorced when I was four years old. I have two younger siblings; Nikki and Dylan. I have struggled with depression, social anxiety, and ADHD. In the past, I use to be a theft and a liar to protect myself from others. People would twist my words to use them against me. My friends turned out to be poisonous snakes in my life. They just used me to their benefit. I was always there for them when they needed my help. I put up a wall to keep others out of my life. I never trusted anyone again. Not every story has a happy ending to it. Depression had left me with scars that have awful memories to them. I fell apart everyday then tried to pick up the pieces. My parents thought it would be a good idea to put me on medication. I had tried countless medications; all of them had bad side effects. My anxiety didn’t help me at all. It made everything worse. My body would shake in public when I was around people. It was hard to breathe in the room. I use to hide from everyone because I didn’t feel comfortable around anyone. I

He was the main reason of my depression. Nothing could ever make me forget the damaged he has done to me. All my father did was hurt my family. He left me with deep scars that will never heal. I have never felt so unwanted and worthless. He never wanted me or my siblings. After 6 months of him being sober we were able to visit him again. We were suppose to have a nice family dinner together, but everything changed when he grabbed a beer out of the fridge. He said he would never drink again. He was a complete liar to everyone even to the court. I knew he would never stop drinking. I got yelled at that day; he called me a mistake and I was just a waste of money to him. It was his decision to terminate his parental rights. I am no longer the child of a monster. For once in my life it feels good to know that he won’t be in my life