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0Write about a significant experience in your life.02br
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00Eight pills of Xanax and five pills of Ativan were missing and she was lying unconscious on the bed. It did not take me long to put them both together. I stared in horror as the gravity of the situation was impressed upon me. However this fear was soon replaced by a much worse feeling, guilt. But there was no time; we had to get her to a hospital.02br
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00My mother never had a happy life, which is why I was not shocked when I became aware of her severe depression. She had been through a great deal and it was miraculous that she had not been diagnosed with it earlier. My mother, on the other hand, could not accept that her strength was faltering and could not understand why she would spend the entire day crying in bed.02br
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00Doing the dishes, decorating the house and pouring her heart into her children, were the things that used to keep my mother sane, but suddenly they could not keep her bottled up feelings of bitterness from manifesting themselves in the form of uncontrollable bouts of depression. But most of all she could not understand why she was the one who had to face such hardships. Was she being punished? Why her? She just could not take it anymore.02br
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00It is difficult to decipher what exactly triggered her breakdown but the causes are quite obvious; as a newly wed my mother, like all other brides, had great expectations from her marriage, despite the fact that it had been arranged. My father, however, did not feel the same way and it was only a week after her marriage that all her dreams came to a reeling halt, as my mother discovered that her husband was having an affair with his brother’s wife. It was then that my mother made what I believe was the worst mistake that a woman could make: she decided to have a baby in the hopes that it would make my father leave the other woman. Of course this was not the case and just when she thought things could not get any worse he began to drink heavily and his favorite drunken pleasure became beating his pregnant wife.02br
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00It was amidst all of this that I was born, but I also sealed her fate; she could never leave my father now as she had no means of supporting herself, let alone a baby. My mother, a testament to her resilience, despite all the humiliation she had to face dedicated her life to making sure I did not suffer the same way she had and education was only one way to ensure this. She sacrificed everything to make sure I went to the best schools and had every opportunity for success and I did.02br
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00Milan Kundera wrote ‘if the mother is sacrifice personified, then the daughter was guilt.’ And that night as I carried my mother to the car I could not help but think about how perfectly it fit my relationship with the mother who had given up everything for me. As much as it broke my heart that I was not reason enough for her to want to live, I also understood completely and that was my inner conflict. I also knew that the only way I could give my mother any hope at all was by showing her I did not have to experience the same anguish as her.02br
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00That night when she regained consciousness in the hospital, I stared into her tragic eyes and promised that I would help her recover, the only way I knew how. In one night my entire outlook on life changed and gained incalculable motivation for achievement and through this I could give her a reason to see tomorrow.0-