Personal Narrative: The Great Depression

Warning I am going to rant about myself so, heads up. There are times when I have felt depressed and even my doctor was telling me I was getting depressed. But, that all changed when I started thing and when I made a new friend.

Alright, my depression started some were in 5th grade. In 5th grade I somehow turned into a quiet girl. In class, I really just thought about what I was going to do when I got home. I just felt unmotivated, tired, and depressed. When I looked around I felt like I was an outcast. But, some people wanted to talk about me. I did have friends that were in the same class as me and I made new friends. But, that was only an illusion for 5th grade.

6th grade came and my friends and I were split up, and some of my friends were in the same hall as me. I was put into what the students called “the dumb hallway”, some people weren’t as smart as the other kids in a different hallway but, let’s get back on track. Begin called a “dumb kid” started a little of my depression. I didn’t do my homework unless, it was important and I didn’t do my classwork at the best of my ability. I used my phone to read a lot instead of paying attention

in class. My family caught wind of me not doing good in class, and they told me to talk to them. They had asked me
“What’s wrong, why are you getting bad grades”, they asked me
“Because, I didn’t feel like it”, I told them
Now, begin in an Asian family (what the stereo types say about Asian families) they had a high expectation .So, they yelled and scolded me, they also grounded me. I really didn’t care about what I said at the time being, so I just forgot about it. After that, a lot of classes changed for people and most of my friend were with me in the same class. So, I was happy. I guess you could say 6th grade was a good year for me, even though I had gotten bad grade and I was yelled at again. I was still happy.
7th grade came and my friends and I were still together.

I’m not sure but, I think I was still in what the kids call “the dumb hallway”. After a few months a new student came and we became good friends. We had a lot of thing that we liked, she always dragged me around to people and she was slowly pulling me out of my shell. I was becoming so happy. After a few months, I was in my room and I was thinking back about my life. There were a few tears and I was thinking to myself, what I was doing. I came to realize I didn’t have it bad as other people; I wasn’t the only one that was lonely. I went to sleep after that I found out it was 6:00 so, what I did was went down stairs and went to my garage. I went down there because, there was a punching bag sitting there to relive my stress. After, hour my grandma came down and said to

me
“What are you doing up so early”
“I just wanted to” I told her
But, then my grandma scolded me for waking up early, and punching something without gloves. So there for my knuckles were burning and red as a pepper. But, hey at least I learned that I had people who cared about me at least.
After, what had happened my grades were improving as I did my homework, and classwork. And I wasn’t depressed anymore. I was happier but, I was still quiet. People are still pulling me out of my shell but, that going to take some time. Oh yea, could you not tell anyone about this, it’s quite embarrassing to let people read about my nagging.