Personal Narrative Essay: Growing Up With A Foster Home

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Growing up with a mentally ill, schizophrenic mother, I have experienced homelessness. Time to time spent under bypasses, abandoned buildings and eating food from trash bins. My mother often left me to fend for myself at a young age when emotions are beginning to bloom. Growing up like that I did not receive the correct education. The loss of hope feeling came when I moved into my first foster home thinking to myself these aren't my parents. Going to my very first school, not having proper vocabulary nor not really knowing how to speak without stuttering, first thing I did was run, run away from the school and ran away from foster family to only be walking the same streets my mom wondered at night, (not soliciting like her). As I grew older my options were limited. I chose not to be like my mentally Ill, jobless, drug addicted mother. I will be …show more content…

Which each different time it put me in a depressed mood. Marijuana freaked me out like I was floating on a cloud and I just wanted it to stop, cocaine made me tired, ecstasy and molly made me feel like my heart was going to explode and alcohol gave me a headache. THROUGH all of that I knew I never wanted to feel like that again. It was all to see how a person gets addicted. How my own mother chose all that over me, how she chose men many different ones over me that eventfully led to her death. Thankfully with the right adoptive parents I found love and a family that I wouldn’t change for the world. My family currently thinks if I talked to a counselor and got this all out it would change my outlook on an intimate level and I wouldn’t be so afraid to let someone love me. Long story short I have the experience with all of it. My family has adopted nine kids totaling to ten kids, we all have the similar background and same problems whether it be- trust issues, learning disabilities, trauma. The system DCFS just bounces kids from homes to homes, schools to schools and kids still experience abuse of some sort and

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