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mentality of a dead person. I was mentally and emotionally exhausted. Even though, I didn’t stop working, I couldn’t work efficiently as before. No matter how hard I try, it felt useless nothing was making sense to me. The fact I didn’t sincerely do my job, made me feel worst. With all what is happening, I knew that I need help. I didn’t know where I should go or who I shall ask for help so I tried to act as normal as I can.
Meanwhile, everyone were getting advance in their life and career but I was still stand. That is when I have considered getting well and breaking away from this state. Provided that, I didn’t get well immediately or even yet, I have made a considerable

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