Hello family. My name is Waga. Ever since I was a child I used to say how I can never seek for a therapy. I used to judge those who went for therapy as weak people(mostly men) in the society. I didn’t o was the weakest of them all not wanting to to seek therapy. At the age of 17 I lost both my parents in a terrible accident. This happened after my girlfriend broke up with me earlier that day. I had allot of things going on my mind that time but I still told myself that"I will figure it out". As time went by my mental state got worse because all of the things I was going through mentally I didn’t want share them with anyone. So they kept on pilling up creating a ticking time bomb. So one my teacher noticed my change of behavior and called me to his office and asked if I was ok. I looked at him my eyes already full with tears and before I could open my mouth to speak tears were already falling down my cheeks. I later found strength and explained things to him and that moment I felt a bit of relief even before he could give me some advice. By the time we finished talking I felt better. He referred to me a therapist who helped get through depression.
-Waga
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