I have battled depression for four years. After her death, it relapsed dramatically. For the next few months, I could not stop the thought or shake the fear of death. At 17 years of age I could not stop pondering what would happen to me after my time on Earth was done. I couldn’t stop wondering if I’d have a life after my death. I began pondering whether or not it would have been better if my life was taken instead of my cousin’s. I began falling down a wrong path myself, very similar to the ones that Wes Moore mentioned in both his and the other Wes Moore’s story. I felt like I was trapped and I would never find my way out. My faith in myself, in religion, and in other people disappeared. My faith was quickly brought back again when someone who saw that I was struggling came to help. Like many of the mentors Wes had to steer him in the right path, I had found mine. My math teacher that year noticed my decline and pulled me aside. I told her my cousin’s story and then my decline that followed. She sat for a long moment and then asked me, with conviction in her voice, “Will it change anything- if you know what will happen?” I sat there pondering for a very long moment.
I have battled depression for four years. After her death, it relapsed dramatically. For the next few months, I could not stop the thought or shake the fear of death. At 17 years of age I could not stop pondering what would happen to me after my time on Earth was done. I couldn’t stop wondering if I’d have a life after my death. I began pondering whether or not it would have been better if my life was taken instead of my cousin’s. I began falling down a wrong path myself, very similar to the ones that Wes Moore mentioned in both his and the other Wes Moore’s story. I felt like I was trapped and I would never find my way out. My faith in myself, in religion, and in other people disappeared. My faith was quickly brought back again when someone who saw that I was struggling came to help. Like many of the mentors Wes had to steer him in the right path, I had found mine. My math teacher that year noticed my decline and pulled me aside. I told her my cousin’s story and then my decline that followed. She sat for a long moment and then asked me, with conviction in her voice, “Will it change anything- if you know what will happen?” I sat there pondering for a very long moment.