Depression, when it comes knocking at your front door, it consumes and destroys everything in sight. It’s a disease that slowly creeps into your life and flips everything upside down. It’s a horrible storm with loud thunder, deafening lightning, and heavy rains that you are caught in with no shelter to protect you. Going through depression is probably the worst thing in the world. Watching it consume the one person that is supposed to be your rock, is almost just as bad; my mother. At the age 12, my mother decided to move our whole family (all 3 of us) from the big apple to the big Texas. It seemed like a good idea at the time and we were all ecstatic to move somewhere new. My mother left her job, we left the only home I knew, our friends, and family, but we wanted to start new. However after almost a year of being in Texas, my mother could not find a job. She couldn’t fathom the fact that she was unable to provide for her family and give us everything we needed. Job application after job application, interview after interview to no avail, till one day she …show more content…
As her oldest child, I naturally became her therapist. Coming home every day from school to her in tears or idly staring in the fetal position was overwhelming. I listened to her as she vented out loud about her dark thoughts and misery. She just sat in her bed and didn’t want to move. However no one was taking care of us, and so we switched roles and at the age of 12 I was the mom. I had to learn how to cook, do laundry, clean the house, write checks and pay rent, gas, water, and light bills. I even had to beg my friends to walk with me two miles to the nearest supermarket to buy groceries. As I helped my little brother do homework at night I had to explain to him why our mom wouldn’t get out of the bed as best as I could when really I didn’t understand myself. I also filled out job applications for my mom, knowing that it would resolve our