Kenya, June 29 -- I lived in darkness for more than a year. It wasn't the type that a lamp could turn off. It was the quiet, heavy, and ever-present type that clings to your bones. I initially attributed it to hormone fluctuations and work-related stress. However, I soon found it impossible to leave my bed without sobbing. I would spend hours staring at the ceiling, feeling as though I had no joy, no purpose, and no reason to live. My pals started to notice that I was becoming withdrawn.
I ignored calls, skipped birthdays, and stopped going to functions. I genuinely thought I was experiencing clinical depression at the time. I even received a prescription for antidepressants after seeing therapists. Nothing was successful. The drug really seemed to exacerbate the situation. I began to have unsettling nightmares in which I heard voices telling me that I was useless, saw pictures of my own burial, and even had a recurrent nightmare in which I was shoved down a deep pit by an unseen person. To read more click here.
Published by HT Digital Content Services with permission from Bana Kenya.