Friday, July 14, 2006 started out like every other day with a welcoming message. The weather forecast for that day called for sunny skies, no clouds, and a pleasantly warm day. 9:11 A.M. Eastern Time: In Kickball, I competed against all three members of my own organization and one got mad at me. 11:09 A.M. Eastern Time: In Nuk'em, I repeated the same mistake I suffered even more pain as I thought 9/11 was repeating itself on 7/14. At high noon, I was disturbed and not believing in what had happened. The pain I suffered was similar to the pain Americans had on Tuesday, September 11, 2001. After arriving home from Camp Northvale, I learned that my life was changed forever and I decided to put myself in Quarantine Mode. The purpose of this is to ensure I do not repeat the incidents that day.
My middle school career still went on, but with mental health problems. In one of my soccer practices in seventh grade, I found a big stick that was shaped like a pistol. Upon that moment, I decided to train myself into hand gun gestures for vengeful purposes. On Friday, October 6, 2006, I made the same mistake of not competing against any of my friends in a team competition. At the end of my soccer practice, I was whining with sadness, yelling at myself, and almost cried some tears. Three days later, I decided to watch Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom to officially welcome myself into the darkness. The movie that once frightened me had now supported my dark, depressing life. Near the end of my eighth grade, my depression had escalated into thoughts of suicide, which landed me in Summit Oaks Hospital. My stay was originally for Hackensack Hospital, but I was transferred to Summit Oaks in order to receive psychiatric help. After my release, I strived to beat my depression as I had graduated from middle school.
High school was when my depression started to become volatile before gradually dying down. My first two years of high school were supposed to mean hope for ending my depression. However, I repeatedly got sent away from school due to behavioral issues. In the summer of 2010, I had enrolled at Camp Excel to gain confidence in beating my depression. Friday, August 13, 2010 was the climax of my depression because I had succeeded in my efforts to earn all six different awards at Camp Excel. My last two years of school were when I exhibited signs of hope with some new friendships and wonderful achievements during eleventh and twelfth grade. I even began joining some media websites, such as Facebook during the summer.
As I was officially a college student, I started becoming more independent with my choices. However, my overall Facebook experience started to go wrong. This all began over a post about Hurricane Isaac. About two weeks later, my Facebook experience went haywire when I got jealous over a birthday post. Selfishly, I had reported it as spam, but the writer of the birthday post got mad at me and declared that it was the last straw. After three months of penance, I chose to leave Facebook forever. There were rumors about the end of the world on Friday, December 21, 2012, as depicted in the film 2012. As things turned out, that date was actually the “end of the world” for my depression, thus beginning a recovery that took until Monday, January 11, 2016, when I had my last monthly session with my psychiatrist before graduating about four months later.