Personal Narrative: My Personal Experience With Mental Illness

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It consumes and debauches every single aspect of a persons life, eating away at their morals and understandings. It’s something that holds a monumental place in my heart and my life. I have seen negativity towards it, I have personally experienced it, and I plan to popularize seeking guidance for it. As I explain my reasoning behind the topic of mental illness I hope that you can, too, understand the everyday battle someone with such an illness, faces. When the average, unexposed, person hears the words: depression, anxiety, bi-polar, schizophrenia, etc., they more than likely have a negative feeling/ thought. A disorder is a hinderance, it’s a cacophony of sorts. However, as someone who has been exposed to multiple mental health issues I …show more content…

I did everything in my power to stop it and when I failed, I felt I had failed myself. Once complications arose and my father was no longer apart of my life, everything began to get progressively worse. My capability to deal with people and situations vanished, I shut out the world and everyone in it. Isolation was a very common topic of discussion with those concerned. What no one prepares you for, after your family has fallen apart, is the instant emptiness that gnaws at your heart and your mind. After that emptiness sets in there is no motivation no power, nothing that can be done. Something, such as family, that was so dear and so common was no longer. As time went on I wouldn’t get out of bed, wouldn’t go down and eat, I got thin and I couldn’t …show more content…

And when everyday is a dark day, you to some extent give up hope. However, my story didn’t end in an eating disorder, me going to a mental institution, or me trying to commit suicide. I went to a counselor, I got medicine, and I got better. Now, depression doesn’t have a painless road to recovery. There are steps to solving this issue, that take a lot of patience. I met every week with my counselor, I had to take a pill every single day, when I missed a day I felt it. I had to force myself to engage in conversation with not only more people at school but the very man who left me. As I grew into the young woman that I am today, I found that the solution to my depression was forgiveness of not only my father but

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