One November evening of eighth grade, I came home to learn that my older sister, Julia, had gone to a hospital to be treated for depression and anxiety. I was told that she would only be there for a week. After this one week, Julia was transferred to a different hospital where she remained for two months. During these two months, we never knew when Julia was going to come home. It sometimes took weeks to see if a certain medicine was working for Julia and so her recovery process was very ambiguous. Thanksgiving, my birthday, Christmas, and New Years all passed without Julia home. Weekends and days off from school during this time usually consisted of me staying home and taking care of my younger sister, Jenna, while my parents visited Julia. Julia could only occasionally come home for a few hours because these visits were considered …show more content…
Now, with years to look back on my experiences, I am able to recognize many of my qualities as reflections of my decision. I consider myself a reserved and independent person who does not like to burden others with my problems, and that is a result of decision about Julia’s depression. From that decision, I taught myself for years to be completely independent even if the consequence is living in fear. I can’t think of eighth grade without remembering coming home that November night to learn about Julia’s diagnosis, I refuse to look at our family picture albums from that year, I make sure never to talk about events that Julia missed during her two month hospitalization, and whenever someone in my family mentions Julia’s depression, I immediately disregard the conversation. Although I have spent years healing from that difficult experience and I no longer live with that fear and isolation, a part of me will always be trapped by my
she insantly startes a fight as they tried to transfer her onto the bed on the room due to reliving the tredgedy of a fire. eventualy getting her in the bed. a nurss came in and observed her ,making hur that it was only phycological,an noy anything more serious than that. as they tried to calm her her the emotions got worss.last but not least she was given medication to help calm her down. after about 20 minuts of reasurign her thaat everything will be ok the medicine started to work ,easing the painful memory of such a tragic time in her life.soon she was able to speak again.
I didn't want walk away from something that was supposed to heal me but I would never have left if I didn’t leave now. My dad told me it was my call. He had the final meeting with the doctors and they said it was going to be longer than another day to admit me to the psych ward. After the head doctor told my dad this, my dad informed them that I was not going to continue the program.
It is evident that Melinda was depressed as she was biting her lip and cutting her wrist with the end of a paperclip. Due to her depression, she was not fully understood by many people, such as her parents and Heather. For example, when Melinda cut her wrist, her mom said, "I don’t have time for this Melinda" (88). Since her mom does not bother to take the time to comprehend her situation, it is clear that she does care about how Melinda feels. Moreover, Melinda’s behavioural issues stem from her depression and lack of desire to actively engage in her life.
My mom at this time was already freaking out and in tears. We rushed my sister to the hospital and found out that, the influenza she had for about a week now, was strongly attacking her immune system, causing her muscles to weaken. That night was the first time I slept at a hospital; my mom and I were by my sister’s side as she was flat on a hospital bed, plugged
Final Paper The person I chose to interview for this final paper was my mother, Peggy. I am going to start with providing a brief social history on her. Peggy was born on October 29, 1940 to my grandparents, Marie and John. She is the second of six children, and was raised in Philadelphia.
What is a leader?” John Quincy Adams once declared “If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader.” If I never expressed my story to others. No one would know how much I have achieved in the past 17 years. I grew up in a Haitian-American household, with my mother, and my three younger siblings.
“Legacy. What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.” - Alexander Hamilton, The World Was Wide Enough.
Josie’s death shouldn’t have happened, and would’ve probably been avoided if someone took the time to truly listen to her mother’s concerns. Reading Josie’s story opened my eyes to the dire need of communication between the medical team and patients and/or family members. Sorrel, Josie’s mother, tried numerous times to alert the medical team of the changes observed in her daughter, yet no one listened. She highlights the severe breakdown in communication and the necessary steps needed to rectify our medical
I found it difficult to cope with the grief and sadness that overwhelmed me. Although I received overwhelming support from my friends, family, and UT faculty, I failed to recognize and accept the help that I needed. However, I have since realized that it is okay to need help, and I have been more accepting of it going forward. In retrospect, I truly take full responsibility for my actions.
Stephanie J. Shannon’s story is one of struggle, survival, and healing as an example of how to regain
My 10th grade year of high school I struggled with mental health, all stemming from my father’s unfaithfulness to my mother and low self-esteem from borderline obesity. I kept things from my mom that no child should ever have to deal with. The day she found out the guilt flooded threw my mind, impossible to
Shortly after the doctor said that, her condition got a lot worse from before and she passed away a few months later during the summer. During the wake and the funeral, my Great Uncle was devastated and could not believe that his older sister has died. During this time I tried to remember the time when my family was living with her, but I could not remember besides the fact that she was a very good cook and that in my family, her lasagna and soups were the best thing we have ever
She always had some sort of solution, I 'm just not sure that she has one for this. I had to admit it, I had to admit my depression. I went to her house and rang the doorbell. As soon as she opened the door, I bursted in tears. I was bewildered on how much weight she gained, but that didn’t really matter at the moment.
She explains that administrations across the country should make receiving help for mental health more accessible rather than making “therapy as part of expensive health plans” (par.18). Lurie suggest that Yale should offer a mental health week, which would allow people to reduce the stigma that surrounds mental health. Julia summarizes that telling her story was not easy, but she hopes that it will allow others to confront their mental health issues and speak about this silent
Anna Nicole Smith was famous for being a playboy center-fold, along with being married to J. Howard Marshall, who was Anna’s senior by sixty years. Anna came from nothing and from a hard childhood. She was raised in a small Texas town and followed her dreams to fame. She, since childhood, wanted to be the next Marilyn Monroe, which some say she became. Anna Nicole was additionally a mother.