The Importance Of Life

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Life is seen as a blessing, and a miracle. Death is feared by most, people who are at deaths doors only wish they had more time to live. Life brings opportunities to love, to succeed, to do things that make them happy. Living is not always butterflies and rainbows theres hardships to be had, to some life is so unbearable that death is their way of escaping. I have never really been attached to anything and only saw myself as a waste of space so one day I decided to put an end to my mundane existence. I have never truly liked myself, never been proud of anything I’ve done. I don’t even remember much of my childhood,but I can recall is feeling extremely hollow. I remember that some of my fellow peers in elementary used to call me a demon or …show more content…

My aversion to emotions is all because child like joy and innocence were defiled and purloined by my great uncle. No one expects to get hurt especially not by a member of your family, so why would a child. I used to play with Ovidio all the time in our basement, he used to spoil me as well by getting me big doll houses and a guitar which he tried to teach me to play. I would also bug my older sister,Jazmin, to play with us, one day she agreed and we went to play hide and seek, I was the seeker that day, I have always been good with numbers and a fast counter so I finished before he had expected me to. When I went to seek them I found him with his filthy paws clamped on the sides of Jazmin’s face kissing her, I felt betrayed and responsible but I knew I had to do something to save her so I pieced my soul back together and went to get my father. I sprinted up the stairs, trying to match the pace at which my tears went down my face, and got my dad to follow me back down stairs where he apprehended Ovidio and kicked him out of our house telling him to never comeback again, what happened after was a …show more content…

Life has never been the same since then though, I have been wary of men especially older hispanic males, I am now extremely overprotective of Jazmin, I try to keep my distance from everyone even my family and loath myself because it was my fault if I did’t exist she would have been safe. Early on in my senior year, around September 2014, I became severely depressed because I realized that I was’t going to amount to much and that I only caused pain. I overcame my depression for my senior year by drowning my self in work, trying to keep my mind busy. Once I graduated and went to Prince Georges Community College in the fall of 2015 though I became consumed in the dark abyss that was my mind. All I could think about was the burden that I am and that everybody would just be better of without me so I dropped out of school and attempted suicide by overdosing on pills at 12 A.M 15 September 2015. That morning I woke up devastated that it hadn’t worked, you 'd think 36 mixed pills would do the trick. I texted my other older sister Maritza and asked her what would happen if a person were to take about 30 pills of different types, I forgot what she said but she figured out that I had done exactly that and told my

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