peachy cube blogs

  Catcher in the Rye has a great plot telling people they are not alone in some people’s perspective with how many people that suffer from depression reading it can lead you to make you sad or more depressed by reminding how the person feels; but, science has shown that reading can help to cope with depression. We should be opened about depression and grief mostly because this can lead to things no wanted. What knocks us down is someone bullying or someone telling us that we don’t have something we have. It’s the importance of trying not to take it personally even though it is personal. If The Catcher in the Rye didn’t have Holden, with depression it would change a whole perspective about reading this book. Many people do say it is easier to connect by reading like what we do today; for example, texting or blogging. It is nice to have a so-called supporter when you are suffering from a mental illness in which people can treat you differently this way. Now there will be people out the

  The American Dream is not what it seems and not the best to follow; people who follow, fall to the “pit of doom”. It is known as, “[ The] valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery ai r.” This is where a man, Gatsby stood, stood in the ashes stinking down deeper and deeper throughout the story, hoping and trying to claim Daisy’s love for him as he did for her. Gatsby had been stuck in living a dream of a ‘real’ American so he went, and found a way to get to the top not knowing any consequences. In the hardship of all this mess, there was one person watching over it all; Doctor Eckleburg. “...[H]is eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days under the sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground.” Doctor Eckleburg was always watching, he watch

  The pain inside my heart engulfed me as I process what is about to happen.  I hear my boyfriend, Alex say to me “Baby” He pauses despite knowing what he might say next “a goodbye is something that is forever ‘see you later’ is you will be able to talk and or see everyone again later on in life.”  I was never able to process that I wasn’t coming back it was like being stabbed in the heart, my world crumbles to pieces as I think more about what is about to happen. I hugged my boyfriend to tell him that I promise I will visit him once I am able to get a job at 16. My eyes filled with tears that were made of waves like the ocean, Alex cups his massive hands to fit my small cheeks and makes a look I will never forget. His dark brown eyes so sincere and gentle, with much empathy, filled within them, the face you make when you never want someone to leave from your grasp.  I feel shattered to pieces and falling into a never-ending hole of depression and loss. My mind turns while I’m talking