Mental Illness-Personal Narrative

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December 19th, 2010. This was the day everything I knew vanished. The flames that engulfed my home that bitter morning took more than just my possessions, it took my childhood. At ten years old, you would like to believe that nothing bad can happen to you. Life is great, you’re young and free and suddenly your world stops turning. Everything you knew to be ‘your life’ is burning to the ground and there is nothing you can do except watch. The events we experience in our life time make us stronger, and much like the phoenix, we rise from the ashes of our traumas.
Silence. Everything seems to be going a thousand miles per hour around me, yet all I hear is silence. I am still, as if I’m frozen in this moment. I feel nothing as I watched these flames swallow the only home I’d ever known. Reflecting on this moment, nearly eight years later, it’s much easier to understand what was happening to me in this very moment. Most children who suffer through a disaster like this have a support system to lean on while healing. They have a mother and a father who are there to make sure everything is okay, but it was much different for me. When I finally snapped out of that trance, I realized that I was the support system. I didn’t have a mother or father there to get me through this, I was the only person who could bring comfort to my family, I was my own set of parents. …show more content…

Unfortunately, for a lot of children this is true and it makes it much harder for them to live a normal life. This fire was not the only trauma I’ve faced, I had a very rough childhood but I realized at a young age that I am who I make myself out to be. Ultimately, children and even young adults, have the ability to change their mindsets and work hard to live their best life. If more people were taught that they are not their trauma, so many people could be everything they’ve ever dreamed they could

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