Personal Narrative: My Personal Monster

When people think of monsters, they normally think of vampires or werewolves, goblins or ghouls, but what people fail to remember is that monsters aren't just the things that hide in our closets, sometimes, they are the things that hide in the darkest parts of our mind. They can come in many forms, some physical and some mental. My own personal monster is my depression. Depression isn't something that can be cured by the contents of a first aid kit, so learning to deal with my monster was difficult, but there was only one way I was ever going to get better, and that was by pushing myself. I managed to beat my depression with a large support system and the active will to recover.

First entering high school, depression had overwhelmed me to the point of no return. Never having experienced this before, I wasn't aware of why I was unable to get out bed after sleeping an entire day away, or why I felt almost empty. There was no emotion, no motivation, nothing. I couldn’t understand why I was feeling this way, or rather why I wasn't feeling at all, so I kept to myself and fell into a slump. Defeated by this unbearable sadness, I could no longer do normal, healthy everyday
I wish I could say that my depression has been completely cured and it's under control, and for the most part it is, but I still have relapses. In order to get through my hard times, I remember all the people who love and support me through absolutely anything. I remember that this is normal for me, and that I shouldn't let one bad day get me down. I understand that my depression is a true illness that I'm incapable of controlling. I hope that one day I will be able to say I am completely cured of my depression, but until then I am living my life as best as I can. Life is a blessing given to us that should be cherished. Some of us just have harder obstacles to overcome than