Personal Narrative: National Junior Honor Society

Once there was a girl who is no different than you that was struggling with something inside her. This evil force is called depression. Depression is an illness runs in her family, which made it easier for her to develop it. At school it was like she was someone else. Suicide was a concern of her family. School was the most exceedingly terrible bad dream, not by virtue of she could not have cared less for it, but rather it was the people that encompassed her. At school one day all of this changed, because of her angel Mrs. Ogle. That girl was me. That day was for sure distressing in light of the opportunity to discover not just on the off chance that they made it onto the yearbook staff, but additionally National Junior Honor Society

I turned out to be exceptionally on edge and I would take a gander at the site like clockwork. I went on the site and when I did not see my name, I got disappointed. My face fell by and by and this time it made me melancholy, so I went upstairs and cried into my pillow. Something that got me without a doubt surprise was that every one of the children that were chosen were educator's children. I then got exceptionally discouraged. Contemplations that were experiencing my head were that I was a disappointment, could not do anything, feeling alone in a swarmed room, and a couple of something beyond. The dejection assumed control over my life. I was so unstable about remaining at home that my family took me to the hospital on account of suicidal thoughts. At the hospital, the staff advised my father to take me to the Stress Center at Saint Vincent Hospital. It was hard to live every day knowing that the depression could make this happen again, but could be ten times worse. The following day at school, I told Mrs. Ogle about what was going on. She is my saving angel, because she told me that it was all right, and that she went through the similar issues. Mrs. Ogle is still my guardian angel. On bad days she is still my go to person. One of the things that stays in my head is that Mrs. Ogle told me that she would pray for me and would always be there for