She wears a charming smile as she prances around
But deep down every source of mirth has crystallized
I was diagnosed with clinical depression in 2014. I was further diagnosed in 2018 after my mother’s passing.
My life took a drastic turn. I lived a cringeworthy lifestyle. I was disgusted; disgusted but still addicted. My emotions were never stable, I was either too happy, too aggressive or too sad.
I isolated myself from my colleagues’ questioning stares and judgemental whispers. Suicidal thoughts and panic attacks tormented me day and night. I was caged in a dark, lonely room, hardly eating, sleeping, living.
My family members picked up the unhealthy patterns and I was hospitalised. The therapy sessions helped, but I knew I had to start depending on myself if I wanted to overcome depression.
I sought God fervently, and in doing so, I didn’t neglect my mental health. Much as I received help and support, some days were never easy. It was difficult to put the broken pieces back together.
It’s been six months since I took medication or visited the psychiatrist. I can confidently say that I’m at peace with myself.
If my past is a reflection of your current life, SEEK SPIRITUAL AND EMOTIONAL HELP. Build a circle of trust but trust yourself more. Don’t keep your emotions bottled in, let it all out. You have the power to overcome this, put on your full armour, FIGHT!
I was only 18 years old when I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. 4 years later, I became a victim of temporal lobe epilepsy.
It took one incident for me to know I had a real medical condition. I had blacked out and I couldn’t remember anything.
I was put on medication which stabilised the sporadic black outs and fluctuating mood swings. I can now study effectively, drive and enjoy life despite having a medical condition. I wouldn’t say I’ve overcome it, but I’ve learnt to live with it. I understand my body and mind better. In the past, it was ignorance that led to my misery.
I’m grateful for my family and friends. They didn’t start treating me any differently. I was still me; their daughter and friend.
To anyone who identifies with me, this is what I’ve to say to you. Don’t be afraid to speak up when something is wrong. There are free counselling sessions and they are just as good! Don’t mind people who dehumanize you. Their words are a reflection of who they are not who you are. It may be hard for a while but it won’t be hard forever.
You’ll be okay
This is a love letter from someone who understands you
I was diagnosed with mild depression in 2011. I don’t know what was worse; accepting that I had fallen deep into depression, or the fact that my family saw nothing but a dramatic girl who had adopted a ‘white man’s illness’.
After having had to endure countless therapy sessions, I escaped the danger zone. My friends were my only support system and they ensured that I was well taken care of.
My healing process began the moment I learnt to forgive myself. My experience with depression was no favourable one, but it taught me the essentials of life. I developed a positive outlook on life and distanced myself from anything and anyone that took me back to that dungeon.
Depression is not your god, you can overcome it. Don’t allow yourself to drown in despondency. If you start noticing any changes, SEEK help! Don’t wait until the storm has closed in on you. Many people may not understand you but that shouldn’t get to you. Remember that you can’t be good to any one if you’re not good to yourself!
I was in my final high school year when I slipped into madness. I was admitted into a psychiatrist hospital in Uganda.
I was immediately put on anti-depressants. My eating habits changed for the worst. Not only did I have to adapt to my new lifestyle of pills and needles, but I also had to deal with the massive weight gain, which tampered with my self esteem.
The fact that my medical condition was as a result of mistreatment from my family meant that they didn’t believe me. To them it was all pretence.
It took a lot of convincing from my psychiatrist for my family to accept that I was indeed a depression and anxiety statistic. The whole experience made me bitter and confused. I had so many unaswered questions; my inner being was dying.
My life changed when I met God. He became my confidant and my pacifier. I cast all my burdens to him and I was set free.
Don’t suffer in silence and don’t give in to suicidal thoughts. You’re special, you’ve a purpose. The light is within your reach, don’t be afraid. Pray, go for counselling and above all, BREATHE, THIS TOO SHALL PASS!
Hello lovely human being reading this,😊I hope you’re having a good day and …..I’m stalling ,I don’t know where to start. I’m kinda nervous because I’m about to let you in on some little secrets about myself. But you know what let’s dive in.
At this point you’re probably wondering what is this girl going to say… and can she just get to the interesting part already. I will get there. This testimony will be about mental health and specifically my journey with this condition.
My name is Mitchelle Florence Aduda. I’m nineteen and I’m a student, most importantly I’m a survivor and a fighter. I have survived three suicide attempts. I have fought to get my life back. It is still an ongoing struggle but I am winning.
Where do I start 😂😂 this is getting a bit awkward for me . I suffer from depression and anxiety. It
took a while for me to finally get diagnosed and put on treatment. For six years I had been suffering
but I did not understand why. I was an angry and hurt person. I lashed out at people.
I am sure you have heard the phrase “Hurt people hurt people”. Unfortunately, I hurt a lot of people during that period because I wanted them to feel just a little of what I felt, to feel the anger and the unexplainable sadness. It was not right nor will I ever justify that.
I was a pretty withdrawn person, always stayed in my little corner. I had three friends and I am so thankful for those girls because they honestly kept me going. They were kind to me even when I was horrible to them. They took everything I would throw at them and respond with love. They listened to me when I cried and they would reassure me every
single day . To some, it may not seem like much but it meant everything to me. They meant the world to me and they still do.
This is the part where we are going to delve onto how mental illness feels like. Having a mental illness is exhausting. You are having a constant battle with yourself. Having depression and anxiety is like being scared and tired at the same time. It is the fear of failure without the urge to be productive. It’s wanting friends but snarling at the thought of socializing. It’s wanting to be alone but not wanting to be lonely. Its feeling everything at once then feeling numb. It’s like you are physically tired but your mind won’t let you rest.
My mind was always racing with thoughts and questions, my self esteem was in the gutter. I had a constant fear of leaving the house and when I did I couldn’t wait to get home . People would invite me out but I would always turn them down because I would tell myself or rather
my anxiety would tell me “He is probably inviting you out for pity……. You will spoil the fun with your ugly self and your sadness” and just like that I wouldn’t go. The funny thing is later on I would regret not going out.
There’s no winning. Then one day you decide to end it all because you’re tired of feeling awful. At this point you’re numb. Once you’re in that frame nothing will stop you
from ending your life.
I tried to end my life thrice, but I still survived. I tried talking to my parents and at first they didn’t take me seriously, so I went to a friend instead. She helped me find a therapist and I was put on medication.
Here I am 8 months later, still going to therapy but off medication which is a great milestone for me. I’m living, I’m happy and healthy.
I am not yet there. I still have some off days but I don’t let myself wallow in sadness or anxiety. I’ve learnt some coping mechanisms and now I can function like any other human being . I have this zeal to live. There is hope and it does get better. All you need to do is reach out to someone and get some help. You will feel better, maybe not yet, but you will. Just keep living until you are alive again🌹.
Last but not least be kind to people, you do not know the battles they face. Check in your friends and family .I know life gets in the way and people are busy but that single text or call can change a life.
🐾If today all you did was hold yourself together, I’m proud of you🐾