|It all happened at that time it seemed like maintaining some achievements made, and mentally surpassing a notion about seeking what is to become about my life. The basis of the contentment then, was possessions, cars, properties, money, and the apparent lifestyle relatively well off in comparison to most people my age; at least those close to me. I woke up one day to a nagging feeling of anxiety about nothing in particular that makes sense. The distress this cost me emotionally is nothing I will ever wish even upon my worst enemy. After all the years of toiling, hoping to make something worthwhile about my life, I found myself slipping fast into a darkest pit humanly imaginable. I did not see it coming, but at what was to be the peak of my life, I suffered Depression.
Little did I know then, that I would write about the technicalities of what describes my profession not as an academic but as a personal tale through which customs and beliefs changed.
Somewhere out there, there is a young man whose chances of living and realizing the optimal potential possible may never happen. Another one my age, is literally a servant to alcohol, hope is a long shot to conceive given the pattern observed. A need to maintain the energy to keep on going has this other lady’s mind failing to keep up without a fix of something to sniff on a daily basis. And then there is an outright dysfunctional personality with whom most of us have to make do, further making it a complex issue to have our minds properly wrapped around life’s challenges. Be that as it may, there will always be someone somewhere whose appearance make one to want to reach out and help.
Proverbially, the medal of honor for me, was to lose my father. He was snatched away from me by death, at the time I not only felt like I could do with emotional support, but was significantly helpless and hopeless. It is one thing to have problems, but I believe quite another to lose both mentally and physically everything that one always associated with one’s identity. To add salt on an open wound, institutions like banks, and others like those, like merciless predators, descended on me to make sure that whatever valuable, still left about me, is squashed. I should have committed suicide, but found myself both emotionally and physically listless, even that became a call a tad too high. I had to endure living through hell, literally.