Story Behind The Glass Castle

As for a lot of people, many of them have some type of story to tell. Some people aren’t okay with telling their story but others are okay with it. As for Jeannette Walls when writing her book The Glass Castle, she was very open about her story. With her story, many people noticed that the way she was raised and brought up wasn’t a normal way to be raised. She went through a lot and not many people realized the struggles she had. Just like everyone else, she had struggles and she overcame them to make a better life for herself. Between her story and mine, there wasn’t a lot of comparison, but the thing that did match up was the ‘Struggle’ that she went through. In my story, friends of mine were struggling and they wanted an easy way out. But
the easy way out that they chose was one that not many people can cope with. I for one didn’t really cope well with it when it was brought up and have struggled with this like Jeannette Walls did in The Glass Castle, struggled in her life. Writing this is probably going to be a lot harder than I think it is just because it isn’t the first thing that I tell people when I see them. Other than my close friends and the people it has to deal with, not many people know. It isn’t the easiest thing to talk about either. A lot of people know what suicide or attempted suicide is and some of the things that cause it. There are so many different ways that it can be explained and there isn’t ever a way to really get over it. Not saying that anyone would want to, but dealing with the aftermath of either of them is really hard. My friend Jessie really thought that being dead and not on this earth anymore would make everything better and easier for her. I told her when she talked about it that it wasn’t the way out. I told her that it wasn’t the right thing to do but once she made up her mind there was no changing her mind. My parents always raised me to do the right thing and not take the easy way out, so when she talked about it I did everything I possibly could to change her mind and make her understand that what she was talking about and saying wasn’t okay. It wasn’t right and could really hurt a lot of people. At one point sexuality had a big effect on her. She couldn’t really decide if she liked girls or boys or if she liked both. She had a really hard time with that and many people also gave her a hard time about it. People were saying that she was only doing that to get attention or only making people think that she liked girls or boys to make her more interesting. When people said stuff about her I didn’t really know what to say or do other than stick up for her and say that they were wrong and that they needed to not talk other people in such a negative way. I tell my mom everything so when I need to talk about something, I talk to my mom.
When something serious is going on or when I just have some questions I ask her, so Jessie told me about some of the stuff going on she didn’t really know how to help me. She didn’t want to say something that wasn’t right or that would be offensive, therefor she just worded what she was saying very carefully. One of the things that she said that stood out the most was when she said that maybe since she was adopted she feels like there is always something missing. My mother worked at the county for a few years before I was born and the first couple years of my life. Part of her job was dealing with some adoption stuff, I don’t really know to an exact explanation of what she did but adoption was part of her job. She had also told me that when she would get paperwork from some of the social workers about their cases, some of the adopted kids were also in the same boat as Jessie. She had said that when they were talking about why they felt that way, it was because they felt like something was missing or they felt like nobody wanted them. They had thought since they were put up for adoption meant that nobody wanted them. My mom had also said that studies had shown that depression in kids who are put up for adoption is sometimes a normal thing. Now I know four people who were adopted and two of them had depression. So when my mother had told me that maybe that’s why she had some depression issues
it kind of made sense. When Jessie was in front of people she was most of the time really good at hiding it but when she was alone and would talk to me, you could just tell that she was hurting. It was heart breaking to see one of my friends hurting so terribly even if I thought that there was no reason for her to feel that way. She had everything. She had a great family, a fantastic group of friends that she had found herself, and she was doing what she loves which is cosmetology. She was doing great in life, but that didn’t really show how she was feeling inside. One day I came home and my mom had told me that Jessie tried to commit suicide. When she told me that I really didn’t know what to do. She had been such a great friend to me for a while at that time so I didn’t really take it very well. I asked my mom how she tried to do it and she had a really hard time telling me what she did and I just said mom either you tell me or I’m going to find out from someone else sooner or later and I would rather hear it from you. She said you’re right and proceed to tell me what she did. My mom had told me that she wrapped a dog leash around her neck and that her mom and dad found her passed out on the floor in the hallway. It was really hard for me to comprehend at that time because I was younger and hadn’t really experienced anything like that at that time other than a death in the family. A death in the family compared to a close friend is honestly way different in a couple ways. Not saying that it doesn’t hurt just as bad but it’s just different. I could not believe that she had done that and I asked my mom if I was allowed to go see her at the hospital and my mom did say no but her reasoning for saying no was because she didn’t think that I was old enough or ready to see someone that was close to me like she was in such a bad situation. She didn’t think that I was mature enough for that and to be honest thinking about that now I wasn’t ready and it would have been a lot harder to understand when it happened then what it would be now.