Psychological health

How To Defeat Them In This Modern World

There are different types of depression and depressive disorders. Symptoms can range from minor to major and severe.

In my experience, I had no idea what these symptoms were, nor their effect, and who else would be affected when I suffer from depression. I grew up in an orphanage that started for me after my father died.

It was not a pleasant experience. In my thoughts, I wasn’t sure what was going on and what would happen to me. I felt lost. I knew nothing about living in an orphanage. All I knew was that I was away from my mom and from the people I love to be with and who loved me.

Living life like I was in the orphanage made me feel uncertain, I felt lost, I felt insecure, I lived in fear… Not to mention the mental, emotional and physical abuse I was subjected to and I didn’t expect it to happen, but it happened…

I got to the point where I escaped the orphanage and ran to where my biological mother lived. I could no longer stand the harmful things they were doing to us in the orphanage that made my life unsafe.

My husband later revealed to me all the lies they told him against me when I was still in the orphanage where he was having an affair with me through courtship. I knew I only had to say to God, my Father in Heaven, that if it was his will for me to marry this man, so be it according to what he says.

I continued to live with my mother after escaping from the orphanage, without knowing or realizing that I was depressed. I know I got hurt and hurt and that’s how it started. I didn’t know there was a cure for it or that this disease could be cured or cured. When I came to Australia in 1998 and got married I was still depressed, but the harsh thing was I didn’t know.

I had no clue until I started working and met people who were worse than those in the orphanage. When they realized that I grew up in an orphanage, I was severely bullied. I didn’t know at this point that this is what you call bullies. I knew nothing about freedom of expression and my rights here in this new country I came to. I thought Australia was a beautiful big island with friendly people.

I kept quiet because I thought it was the best course of action than having an escalating fight, and because I didn’t know how to respond, and didn’t have the courage to speak up and stand up for the truth.

It got to a point where bullies became too much for me, and as it continued to escalate it drove me into severe depression, mental illness, and a psychotic episode… If I had known how to deal with it, and that I had been depressed for a long time, things might have been different.

The doctors put me in a mental health hospital and put me in a room on my own, which I now realize wasn’t helpful because it made me more afraid because I was on my own. I didn’t really know what was going on…

To be honest, I was sick, and I thought these people were trying to hurt me. I didn’t know exactly what was going on, and I didn’t want to take the medicine they gave me because I didn’t trust them, didn’t know them and thought they were hurting me again and making me sleep.

I was ok taking my medicine from the pharmacist, but sometimes I stopped taking it because I thought I was better, and I felt fine. I thought I didn’t need the medicine anymore, But I was wrong because I lacked an understanding of how the drug worked and how it would help me. I just assumed it; It was okay to stop taking medications, but I wasn’t careful.

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