Personal Narrative: How Writing Changed My Life
Tears poured down my face. The tears won’t stop I thought they would never stop. I laid there at night wishing someone would know. Anyone. Someone. But no one ever knew the truth because I didn’t know where they would send me, or what would happen to me. Then my alarm clock blared reminding that I had to go to school. I didn’t even sleep at all. But it’s been like that for days.
It’s 6 AM time for school. Great, another day of pretending like everything's okay. I put on a bright smile and pretend like everything was alright when really I want to die. People asked me, “Are you okay?,” but I always lied putting a big smile on my face, and replied “yes” because I don’t want them to know that I have been thinking about killing myself. Who would listen anyway? Writing is my only escape from this world. Writing is very important to me; it saved my life.
When I write I can express myself in a way I …show more content…
I ended up hospitalized in Carrier Clinic. There was a lot of pressure from my dad to do well in school, and Rutgers Upward Bound a college preparatory program. I wasn’t really sleeping well for a couple of days and I was in a deep depression. Then I couldn’t take it anymore. I went to a counselor and told them what I was thinking. From there I was driven to Rutgers HBCU. They held me overnight and I was transferred to Carrier Clinic.
Leading up to a hospitalization I had a lot of stress going on in my life. Sometimes I think I am selfish because every now and then those thoughts come back to haunt me but it is never that bad that I want to act on them. Before I got help I would roominate about all these negative thoughts about how I should just end it. I would just let these thoughts envelop me. I know now suicide is never the answer, but everything felt like the world wouldn’t stop even if I did end it. That’s why I thought maybe committing suicide was easier than living and just pretending everything was
It’s 6 AM time for school. Great, another day of pretending like everything's okay. I put on a bright smile and pretend like everything was alright when really I want to die. People asked me, “Are you okay?,” but I always lied putting a big smile on my face, and replied “yes” because I don’t want them to know that I have been thinking about killing myself. Who would listen anyway? Writing is my only escape from this world. Writing is very important to me; it saved my life.
When I write I can express myself in a way I …show more content…
I ended up hospitalized in Carrier Clinic. There was a lot of pressure from my dad to do well in school, and Rutgers Upward Bound a college preparatory program. I wasn’t really sleeping well for a couple of days and I was in a deep depression. Then I couldn’t take it anymore. I went to a counselor and told them what I was thinking. From there I was driven to Rutgers HBCU. They held me overnight and I was transferred to Carrier Clinic.
Leading up to a hospitalization I had a lot of stress going on in my life. Sometimes I think I am selfish because every now and then those thoughts come back to haunt me but it is never that bad that I want to act on them. Before I got help I would roominate about all these negative thoughts about how I should just end it. I would just let these thoughts envelop me. I know now suicide is never the answer, but everything felt like the world wouldn’t stop even if I did end it. That’s why I thought maybe committing suicide was easier than living and just pretending everything was