It was the most egregious feeling. I was in the dark, and could not find a way out. A malaise had swept through me, its icky texture glued to my brain. Depression is one of the greatest inequities anybody could face, and I was sucked into its vacuous black hole.
It was the summer of 2015, and my life took a turn for the worse. I was depressed, and didn’t really know why. Before then, I was Dorothy on the yellow brick road. Yearning for success, I was not a scholar by any means, but earned relatively decent grades. The world was my oyster, ready for the taking.
Robbed of this, my state worsened. I was closer and closer to my grave, and it felt like I was dead and did not know it. The malaise had spread so smoothly to others too; there were barely any friends and a rift had sprung in between my family and I. Altercations occurred almost daily, and jaundice towards my mother grew (Looking …show more content…
I learned about coping skills, CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy), and medicine. In hindsight, I do not wholeheartedly know if I enjoyed the experience or not. The aura present was mellow, similar to the feeling of nitrous oxide in a dentist’s room, with the colors being a generic yellow. We were allowed to go outside for an hour a day in a limited exercise room. I received a call from my father (who was in England at the time), and he consoled me. I stayed there for 3 days.
When I left, nothing changed. The same dreary days hit me, and the future seemed colorless and bleak. This went on for 6 months. And then, on one random night in February, it hit me. Time froze, and every bit of the puzzle sort clicked. We humans seem to have these moments like this, where the clock stops ticking, and we just say “Aha!” I was thinking about the all of the pain, anxiety, and stress from the past. Perseverance was the key, a key that I had been around my neck all this time. Perhaps just like Dorothy, were the answers inside of me all
It was the summer of 2015, and my life took a turn for the worse. I was depressed, and didn’t really know why. Before then, I was Dorothy on the yellow brick road. Yearning for success, I was not a scholar by any means, but earned relatively decent grades. The world was my oyster, ready for the taking.
Robbed of this, my state worsened. I was closer and closer to my grave, and it felt like I was dead and did not know it. The malaise had spread so smoothly to others too; there were barely any friends and a rift had sprung in between my family and I. Altercations occurred almost daily, and jaundice towards my mother grew (Looking …show more content…
I learned about coping skills, CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy), and medicine. In hindsight, I do not wholeheartedly know if I enjoyed the experience or not. The aura present was mellow, similar to the feeling of nitrous oxide in a dentist’s room, with the colors being a generic yellow. We were allowed to go outside for an hour a day in a limited exercise room. I received a call from my father (who was in England at the time), and he consoled me. I stayed there for 3 days.
When I left, nothing changed. The same dreary days hit me, and the future seemed colorless and bleak. This went on for 6 months. And then, on one random night in February, it hit me. Time froze, and every bit of the puzzle sort clicked. We humans seem to have these moments like this, where the clock stops ticking, and we just say “Aha!” I was thinking about the all of the pain, anxiety, and stress from the past. Perseverance was the key, a key that I had been around my neck all this time. Perhaps just like Dorothy, were the answers inside of me all