Personal Narrative: My Stepmom In Ohio

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It was a Saturday in Ohio. My stepmom's family was upstairs watching the Ohio State vs. Michigan game while I sat in the basement doing homework, mulling over something I couldn't quite place. Today felt different, but I couldn't put my finger on why. Sure, we were in Ohio with people I hardly see in a place I barely know, but it didn't feel like it was due to a different environment. Instead, it felt like something inside me changed as if there was a switch that flipped and altered something important. After a couple of hours in that basement, it hit me- I didn't feel depressed. I didn't feel anxious. I didn't feel depressed or anxious! For the first time in years, I didn’t feel bound to the illnesses that always kept me tied down. I felt

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