Personal Narrative: An Experience That Changed My Life

Growing up in a sheltered lifestyle, not worrying about were my next meal would arrive from, or whether if I was going to live throughout the night was never on my mind until I learned from the experiences of the people throughout my missionary trip in India. It was an unforgettable experience that altered my life, and left a lasting impression on me. I had volunteered at a psychiatric housing home which housed over hundred plus people who were all mental ill. My missionary group and I had spent a month living with the patients, assisting them in any way possible, but most importantly seeing their point of view on life through their eyes.
The minute I stepped foot into the psychiatric household, it was not surrounded by steel gates, or guards but instead music filled
This trip gave me a new perspective on my family life; I have taken my whole family for regret. When I was going through depression and PTSD my mom was there for me every single day, and never told me that I was useless but understood what I was going through. Everything that has happened in my life, from taking my parents for granted, every meal wasted, useless money wasted, lying to my parents, and even just partying around all crashed before my eyes after meeting people who would love to just be accepted by the world or their families.
Overall, this missionary trip was an eye opening experience because I want the world to hear the story of those who were neglects, sick, abandoned and rejected because they were different. My grandfather would always say, “Those who suffer on earth we cherish the kingdom of happiness.” Even though the people threw their children away for being mentally ill, doesn’t mean that they didn’t find happiness, but they also created a family were only they can truly understand what it feels like to be each