Descriptive Essay: An Unforgettable Room

The Unforgettable Room Many people in this world love their bed, it is a great place to relax after a stressful day of work or school. After all, someone’s bedroom is their room in which they can do anything they choose to. It is a place of comfort and joy. I however, hated my bedroom. All my bedroom did was establish a negative mind, which resulted in me neglecting my room. My bedroom was simply a place in my house that I never payed attention to. My bedroom did not bring me any comfort or joy, which is something every bedroom should do. I feared going in there.

I was ten years old when it all happened. My mother had died, right in front of me, in our bedroom. My heart was crippled. I knew it was going to happen, but I refused to believe it actually did. I thought it was the end of the world. Ever since that moment, I never stepped into our, well, now my room. Anytime I tried, I broke down into tears. I began to sleep on the couch in my living room. I thought if I never stepped in my room, the memory of my mother dying would go away. My room itself was pretty simple, I never really cared about having an amazing decorated room. I just thought of my room as a place to sleep. My bedroom after moving my mother’s bed, consisted of my bed, a closet, a few shelves and drawers, and some wall art.

Until, one

It was bittersweet saying goodbye to my room. I was not sure how to feel. Do I feel sad? Do I feel happy? I did not know, but what I did know was, that I will always remember that room, not just being the room where my mother died, but also as the room that helped me overcome the pain the memory caused. As much as I wish this never happened, it did, and I am glad that it did. This experience has taught me to overcome grief and accept what happens in my life, and not let one thing take over my entire life. It has taught me in order to accomplish anything I want, I just need determination and a positive