Personal Narrative: My Mom's Depression

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I was thirteen when my mom was diagnosed with depression. She never told me why she fell victim, but I always knew it was because my dad was a heavy drinker. My mom fell in and out of her depression periodically and I was always there for her as she had always been there for me. My environment growing up was not the best, but it is what molded the determined, focused, and motivated person I am now. Throughout most of my teenage years, memories of my dad are ones that I wish I could yank out of my mind or just simply wish they never happened. My mom married my dad at the age of fifteen, after the marriage they emigrated from Mexico to the United States due to the lack of opportunities in their country. His money went to alcohol, therefore …show more content…

Therefore, I decided to attend UC Davis, which was seven hours away from my home. When I arrived at UC Davis, I noticed her depression started to worsen. Making it hard for me, but yet simple. She is my mom. I could not help to think I was to blame. I thought to myself, "What am I doing here? My mom needs me." I, then realized that she held it together because I was physically there to support her. I was her rock, but I was also seven hours away. Still, I did everything I could to help her. Calling her everyday was a part of my daily routine, as well as taking the bus home at least twice a month. Balancing school and family took a huge toll on me my freshman year, but I grew so much from …show more content…

Fortunately, my mom has gotten better, but the environment around her is physically and emotionally draining, nonetheless I will continue to support her throughout my life. While at UCLA, I was physically there for my mom and it was one of the greatest feelings in the world. This reflects the determined, focused, and motivated person I am because I take part in school clubs and organizations that aid students who have similar problems, so no one else would have to endure experiences like mine. Being there for my mom made me a stronger person and it pushed me to continue fighting for problems that are set aside in our

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