Descriptive Essay Beach Bums - 913 Words

Beach Bums Our designated driver is on the floor. With a mouthful of sharp beach sand in his mouth, he stays down and screams â€Å"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, â€Å"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 b e 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