Personal Narrative: Paranoid Schizophrenia

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She stared at me for a long time, watching me wipe my endless tears away with the sleeve of my jacket, saying nothing until I had settled down. I looked up at her, my eyes were blood shot from crying and my hair ran down the side of my face limply. She gave me a worried look and said, “Esther… I need you to be strong now, your mom has a mental illness, and needs special care. You now have to live with another mommy. I am Ms.Banulous, your social worker.” From that moment, my life began again.
I was ten years old at the time, and I barely knew what had happened, except that I was being moved to another house, and not my home. I could barely pronounce paranoid let alone schizophrenia, and I had no idea what either meant. But there I was, listening to my social worker telling me the reason why my mom acted abnormally was because of a mental illness called Paranoid Schizophrenia, which caused her to lock me up most of the time and abuse me. She kept reassuring me that everything was going to be fine and that I would love my new home. And I did! For 5 happy months, I lived with my new foster mother, I …show more content…

School is what kept me going, I set a goal that I would become something great or somebody important, and so far, I’m moving in the right path to achieve that goal. I set this goal not only for myself, but for every foster child who feels like they can’t be anything because of how they were raised or what situations they were in, I want to prove to them, and to the word that foster children are not just sad cases or broken kids, but can be successful members of our society. Now that I am sixteen years old, I can say that my past has shaped me into the mature, respectful, responsible, and dedicated student that I am today. I forgave all who ever hurt me in anyway, and moved on with my life. Just keeping my feet

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