Depression

My story is just one more to tell; but to me it is a very important piece of my life. Telling this piece of my life is like making a big confession to you. I hope this story can open hearts and eyes to make ourselves stronger.

One of the most difficult parts of my life was watching my dad trying to hurt or even kill my mom. They both mean everything to me in this world. It is very hard to tell. We used to live in Mexico about 5 years ago. My father used to be addicted to drugs. When he would consume them, he used to become very aggressive. My brother, my sister and I always were afraid of him. It seemed as if he became another person. He was not my dad; he was a monster.

One of the most horrible days of my life was about 5 years ago on El Dia De Los Muertos, in Mexico. My mother was mad because my dad didn’t take her to the cemetery to visit my grandfather. My father got mad too. They both began to shout at each other. I remember I saw my father get a car jack and throw it at my mom. My mother bent down so he couldn’t hurt her. My brother immediately called the police. The police took him to “El Creda” a rehabilitation center in Mexico. He spent about 2 months inside, without drugs.

Every day I used to see my mother sitting in the bed, with tears rolling down her cheeks. I thought it looked like she was in another world. I now understand that she was depressed and sad; my dad had never done something like that before. She was disappointed. Watching my mother sitting in the bed made me depressed too. Remembering that now hurts and makes me feel anger toward my dad.

When my dad got out of rehab, he apologized to my mother. My mother hardly forgave him. My mom decided that coming to the U.S. will make our lives better. My father was not addicted to drugs anymore. They both had a conversation and decided that we would be better in the U.S. When we arrived in the U.S., we started a new life.

Depression is ugly and horrible. It is like being in a big hole without an exit. It is like acting with out a reason and that is what I think my dad did. You don’t want to know, do or feel anything. Anyone is better than you. You can’t find the reasons to the whys? Your life feels like there is nothing at all to live or fight for. You just feel like you can’t handle anything. It is hard and it hurts; but with time we learn a lot from what hurt us.