An Archetype Of My Hero's Journey Myth

There is a light at the end of the tunnel
What is a hero? People believe it to be some godly person that can do no harm, a person so highly respected and admired. In every story the hero always saves the day, he always comes to rescue of the damsel in distress. A hero can be whatever a person sees and perceives whichever meaning they would associate to the word ̈Hero ̈. However, Joseph Campbell an American mythologist and writer of ̈The Power Of Myths ̈ breaks it down in three stages, ̈Departure, ̈ ̈Initiation, ̈ and ̈Return ̈. It focuses on the many archetype of a heros , and the different characteristics they have. ̈ A hero is someone who has given his or her life for something bigger than oneself ̈ (151) would be the perfect example of archetype..
Due to the fact, that I know many people who fit into the outline of ̈The Hero's Journey ̈, which are ̈Departure ̈, ̈Initiation ̈, and ̈Return ̈. Would it be my father who left his home country in pursuit for a better life for his family, or could it be my mother who gave birth to five children. Which according to Campbell, ̈Giving birth is definitely a heroic deed, in that it is giving oneself to the life of another ̈(153). What about my older sister Patricia?,who struggled as a single mother of two, but to this day is a successful business owner. In fact, my sister Victoria would not be far from her own hero's journey having gone through physical and mental abuse, but now has graduate with a Bachelor's Degree in Theology. Which in fact would make Moyers statement of, ̈there ́s no reward without renunciation, without paying the price ̈(154). In other words, everything comes at a cost what must I be willing to sacrifice in order to achieve my goals.. Despite all these examples of heroes journeys the most intriguing of them all would be my own. I had to go through the darkness of my own mind in order to value my own
I was to appear in court in a matter of weeks. I was lost, my emotions were a wreck. I had no desire to keep working, eating and even living. I gave this person the authority to give my life meaning, so I had no reason to exist. The day came when I had to appear in court. I had no money for a lawyer, i was barley making ends meet with two jobs. However I walked in the courtroom with the certainty that I had done no wrong and God was by my side. In the matter of five minutes the judge heard our versions of the story, and gave his final verdict, in which he found no reason that I had committed any form of domestic abuse. “The Road Of Trials”, after the decision at the courthouse, whatever relationship we had no longer existed. It was time now to fight for custody Of my son, but I was nowhere near a clear enough mindset to do so. The traumatic shock of the events that transpired pushed me to the edge of depression. I could not eat, I began to lose weight I looked like someone sucked the life out of me. I felt alone and I couldn't talk to my family about because I was so ashamed, so I found a something that could drain my sorrows. This thing could make me forget, it could make feel like nothing ever happened. However before I knew it alcohol had gotten a hold of me and I could not let go. Soon after this bad habit I had rapidly developed into an addiction. It began to affect my everyday life. I could not control it for it was a necessity