Personal Narrative: My Experience With Major Depression

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“What’s wrong?” That was the most common question that was programmed in me to answer with just a simple, “Nothing.” But it wasn’t nothing. No. There were many things that were wrong, but I was too afraid of letting my problems be known. I had many qualms that kept me from acting my usual self. At first, I didn’t see it. I thought that the people close to me were just over exaggerating their concern for me. But as time passed, it became more apparent. I had severe depression. There are multiple types of depressions people may experience throughout their lifetime. Severe depression, persistent depressive order, bipolar disorder, seasonal affective disorder, psychotic disorder, peripartum depression and many others. I was diagnosed with major depression two years ago and I still struggle today navigating my life and trying not to let my doubts affect my aspirations. The first time I went to a psychiatrist was when I was fifteen. My mother told me that I needed to see someone and talk about my problems, I was in denial at first. The first thought that came to mind when I heard that was, “I don’t need help.”I was so angry that my own mother signed me up for something that I didn’t even agree to. When we were outside of the building, I refused to get out of the car. I told her, “I’m not going to talk to someone …show more content…

I rather see it as something that has molded me into the person that I have become to be today. No matter what misconceptions that takes control of my thoughts, I still try to see that there is still good to what the world has to offer. I am a crusader for the suicidal, the anxiety-ridden, the depressed, and the bullied. We are not broken, damaged, or in need to be cured. Sometimes all we need is a kind word and a shoulder to cry on, without the questions and judgements. And when things take a turn, we chant these four words to ourselves, “Everything will be

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