Beach Bums Our designated driver is on the floor. With a mouthful of sharp beach sand in his mouth, he stays down and screams “Darn!” Disoriented and dehydrated I look to the top and I see my partners in crime, yelling at the top of their lungs from the roof of sun beaten lifeguard tower, “Throw some beer in his mouth!” With smile football stadiums wide I look down at my bare skin. Covered only by boxers, soaked by the oceans bitter cold waters, there I was; tears running down my cheeks freezing like a nude fool. I had found what I was always looking for, and it turned out what I was looking for I had the entire time. Growing up with depression can be hard. It can be especially hard when you don’t know you have it. I was informed of my depression after a series of test and numerous trips to the doctors. I didn’t enjoy many of things other people did when I was younger due to my depression, but as I got older, dealing with my depression came to be harder and harder. I showed no interest in anything or anyone. Things I ones use to love to do no longer called my name. My guitar gathered dust, my skateboards corroded with the seasons, my hopes to ever feel normal again gone. Constantly getting different medications was the worst part. I never knew if that day I would be happy, sad, mad, or my all-time favorite, suicidal. Eventually I learned how to deal with my depression, given the right cocktail of pills that is. As the years went by, it got easier to talk about my
Depression Quest is an interactive fiction game that allows me to play as a guy who is living with depression. Throughout the game I was given scenarios and choices to pick from; the story continues and changes depending on the answer I choose. While playing this game, I was able to relate to my character from the game in almost every factors. I am currently depressed, and I understand that living life with depression is harder than anyone could imagine. I thought that after a couple of years I would get used to it, but I feel like it only gets harder.
It was a cool breezy day at Waikiki Beach on a Saturday afternoon. The sky was painted blue filled with clouds and the sun shining through. As I walked onto the sand I can feel my bare feet get burned by the heat of the sun. I jog to find a spot on the beach where no one else is around. Once I find my spot I slip into my wetsuit and my body gets sucked into it as I zip it up. Then I pull my long, tangled hair into a ponytail to get it out of my face as the wind blows it.
Eventually I learned how to deal with my depression, given the right cocktail of pills that is. As the years went by, it got easier to talk about my condition to
Have you ever had everything before you play out in slow motion, where you are aware of everything around you, yet don’t knowing what is going on? I have. In the movies, when someone is drowning, it’s loud and splashy, someone yelling for help and waving their arms, they are dipping below the harsh currents of the waves and coming back up in a dramatic fashion while those who are standing by scramble to rescue them. Yeah, it doesn't really go down like that. Drowning is silent, movements are subtle; they rarely make any noise at all. One minute, they're trying to keep their head above the water, and then next minute, they're gone. What began as a simple day at beach became a near-death experience, which has enlightened me and ultimately redirected the entire course of my life.
It is crazy what parents keep from you when you are younger. All my life my dad suffered with mental disorders that I had no idea he had. It was only about a few years ago that I learned my dad had depression, anxiety, and panic attacks. However, it wasn’t until about a year ago until I knew how bad it actually was. He was really good at hiding it; he was always happy and cheerful. Without living with him, you would have had no idea.
During my two quarters away from school, I suffered from depression, because I felt defeated. I felt like I let myself and my family down. My road to recovery was by first understanding the importance of a healthy and balance life. I used my break from school to build a new foundation, by seeking help and talking to mature people who have overcome similar difficulties. I began to develop a peace of mind, and joy that was independent of external circumstances. I that mental health is just as important as physical health, and that one’s body can benefit from a healthy and peaceful mind. I noticed that after the painful experience I became more sensitive to the suffering of others. I realized that life is not always smooth, and that there are other people going through difficulties like I was.
1. Walking home from school an old abandon house on the corner of he street always gives me this weird feeling like im being watch. Friday night a few friends decide to go and check out the house. After a walking a few miles the were finally there and the feeling of being watched starts to set in a grows deeper. As were leaving, rain starts to poor like crazy and with home being a few miles away we decide our only place to stay dry is the house. Walking into the house the first thing we notice is the smell, as if something has died in here long ago. Boards creek from every step we take, pitch black, and the only noise is the sound of the storm outside. To scared to go anywhere we decide to leave not caring how wet we got. Being wet is way better then being scarred beyond belief.
Growing up I encountered many things that made me feel empty and hopeless. Looking back today at all the symptoms of depression I realize how many years I have been dealing with this illness. I remember five-year-old me crying from seeing my mom get beat by my father and feeling helpless. Eight-year-old me feeling alone because my parents had split and I’d never see my brother from that day forward. There were many different things that gave me this feeling but nothing hurt more than the day my mother left me. That day I knew what it was like to feel sad, alone, empty, restlessness, difficulty sleeping and so many more.
Beau·ti·ful; byo͞odəfəl/adjective -pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically. The word beautiful. The majority of people in this generation only think objects or people fulfill this word. They don't contemplate the one thing with the most beauty, the beach. When most hear the word ‘beach’, they see it as a landform alongside water or someplace to hang out at. No one digs a hole in their mind to get as deep as they can into thought. When you truly consider what a beach really is, the outcome is beautiful.
Water right by the edge of the shore. Waves crashing at my feet. Beautiful weather with a big shining sun. And I’m standing there taking it all in. But it all vanishes and then all the noise comes back, as my cousin, Josie calls over.
Throughout my life I have been to many beaches, but a few stand out. The select few that stand out are because of the memories I’ve made there, they are the ones I will never forget. Each beach has its unique value to itself and to me. The one thing all beaches have in common is they are filled with an obscene amount of people, but hold the most memories. Throughout the years, the beach has taught me some lessons of independence, which I will be able to use in the future. Overall, the beach is best spent with friends and family enjoying the water and its transition of a hectic day time to a peaceful nighttime.
After lazily waking up, my family and I head to the beach to enjoy the brisk day. It’s only around seventy-five degrees, but that doesn’t falter our excitement for the beach. The sun shines through the clouds as we head down to pick a spot. The waves are calm and inviting as we lay our stuff down. The wind is moving through the beachgrass like a quiet whisper. The seagulls caw, and attempt to steal the snacks we brought. There’s some kids playing in the water, but more are playing in the sand since the water’s so cold. Days like this are quite typical at the beach in Hilton Head, South Carolina.
As I stood there, on the beach, glancing at the ocean in awe of the beautiful sight, a sudden gust of wind blew past me. Each individual strand of my hair crossed my face, the sun played peek-a-boo as it made its appearance just above the horizon, as if it were too scared to show its’ beautiful light. The smell of the sea filled my nose as I took in the fresh air. The sand was filled with corals, with a collection of many sea shells, all of which had their own uniqueness in shape, size and color; however, the sand felt like a bed full of soft comforters. The way the ice-cold water moved the sand and flowed onto my feet and between my toes, made my heart race. It was as soft and delicate as a newborn; the tiny grains of sand were so fine that it could not possibly be seen without a microscope. The waves sounded as if they were singing a soothing song to me, causing me to look back on all of my past memories and drawing me closer to them. They were inviting me in with their eternal arms, but my feet could not listen because the frigid waves penetrated my feet. It was as if I were stuck. My feet were planted, my feet would not move. It was as if they were frozen to the ground and could not possibly take a step, therefore, I sat down, watching the sun rise higher and higher, lighting up the beautiful morning sky.
For this assignment I decided to head out to Docweiler Beach near LAX. I love the beach, not so much for going swimming or getting wet but more to lay in the sand and just relax to the soothing sound of the waves, especially nice in this hot weather. I decided to bring my sister for the ride so it’s not to lonely and set up around a more deserted part for more concentration and relaxation. I also chose Dockweiler Beach because there I could get a sense of all the 5 ancient elements all in one sitting, with all the elements interacting. Water clashing against the sand to create a calming sound, the wind riding against the waves causes a cool chill down my spine and the man made fire to keep warm. I can feel the earth element in the sand getting in my toes and all over my clothes to later find more in my underwear. The Air element is strong along the beach, getting my hair all over my face as well as making kites fly high. I see the fire element being used to light the bonfires along the beach to keep people warm on the windy beach or to probably make S’mores. The water element as I can see is the giant ocean in front of me going as far as I can see with no ending. Another reason I don’t like going into the water, the ocean is terrifying especially when you don’t know how to swim.
You have been in the car for a very long three days. You have sat in a line of cars 10 miles long. You have endured your annoying siblings, stressed out parents and the cramped space of the car. You have eaten junk food and soda for days. Your legs are screaming to move, you think you will never arrive. You have heard rumors about the beach. Sand so white it sparkles, water crystal clear, ships the size of buildings, and hotel rooms the sizes of houses. You finally start to see the first signs of the ocean first the tall tan coconut trees, then the smell of the salt water, and then the roar of the waves. Then you finally see it the ocean, so big and so blue. Full of life, adventure, and discovery.