The Loss of My Uncle

February 23, 2010 is a very normal day. This afternoon in cold February, when the phone rang, I was on my way to class. At the other end my cousin told me to call my mother. I do not know what is wrong, so I say immediately, I hang up and call my mom. When my mother called me, I told her the news but said he did not know what was wrong. My mother was working and I could not call you right away so I tried to call my cousin to see what happened.

The heart of my memory is the day after a few years, sitting on another row of the bench next to my father, we lamented the loss of his brothers. My uncle is a champion of his community. Under a noisy, neat and famous public image, when he died he wrote articles in Chicago 's most newspaper for a hundred miles, and there was a problematic person. My father 's brother is a homosexual in the community, such things are far beyond the tolerance, of course celebrate. He lives in reality based on the scaffolding, and this scaffolding can never keep his personality. For him, this is a way to treat things that can not adapt to the world structure.

In this season, the loss of family happened to me. My uncle committed suicide A year later my grandmother died. These losses, and the integration of the problems I had confronted me, I fell into depression. In many things, I looked at binge eating, pornography and video games as a form of escape. At the age of 15, I weighed 300 pounds and was badly depressed. I have no friends who can truly seek help; my grades are terrible; my parents have little clues about the struggle I am faced, and I experience chronic insomnia It is. I attempted suicide for the first time. When I stand on the window frame of the roof, I remember telling myself that nobody cared anybody if I am dead now. These attempts will last for many years. From this episode, my parents finally realized the seriousness of my problem, but I think it is too late.