Personal Narrative: Why Keep Fighting
Why Keep Fighting
There were countless nights where I stood in my bedroom or in the garage, with a pillow pushed onto my face and screamed at the top of my lungs hoping that it would cause my father to stop shouting at my mother and denigrating her personality and physical appearance. At the time, I thought that every nightmare I had was coming true all at once. I began to feel depressed and timid of what the future had ahead for me and it led me to push away my friends and family and abandon every dream or achievement I worked for or planned on reaching. It took multiple months to regain sanity and overcome all the obstacles I faced during this time period.
I was in tenth grade when my parents started arguing and I would hear my mom weeping.
There were countless nights where I stood in my bedroom or in the garage, with a pillow pushed onto my face and screamed at the top of my lungs hoping that it would cause my father to stop shouting at my mother and denigrating her personality and physical appearance. At the time, I thought that every nightmare I had was coming true all at once. I began to feel depressed and timid of what the future had ahead for me and it led me to push away my friends and family and abandon every dream or achievement I worked for or planned on reaching. It took multiple months to regain sanity and overcome all the obstacles I faced during this time period.
I was in tenth grade when my parents started arguing and I would hear my mom weeping.