The girl with Masquerade
Whispers
I lead, follow me
Wednesday, 17 September 2008. 3:18 pm
It was a few years back...
It took me severals years of frustration & confusion to understand that sh suffered from depression.
She would cry in her room & sleep as well.Days went by just like this & it carrys on.
That time,i was so afraid that i distance myself away from the people who were likely to cause me to become depressed.
The cultimation of her battle with depression came when i was a senior in primary school.
It was a late afternoon,& i had just returned home from school.
I could sense that something was wrong the moment i unlocked the front door.
I heards shouts & cries from thier bedroom,
which seemed odd because he should be working,& she should have been asleep.
As i cautiously walked to the bedroom,
the sound of someone weeping rushed through my ears.
My stomach dropped.
I was afraid to go in because of what i might see.
Still,I carefully opened the bedroom door to find her holding a penknife trying to cut her wrist.
She was sobbing uncontrobally.
He was trying to stop her from doing that & she claimed that she as worried about our studies & everything.
We have no choice but to addmit her into hospital.
We had a hard time persuading her.
I was in denial about how critical her condition had gotten.
After her short visit to the hospital,she became dramatically healthier.
It was not because of any prescribed medication or therapy session;
it was because she realized that she did not want to spend the rest of her life in so much emotional pain.
But of course,she tried attempting suicides these few years but after getting to know a group of friends from the hospital,she "opened" herself.
They counseled her alot & try to make her happy.
After so many years of pain,she finally overcome her depression but still she's under medication & to see a psychiatrist every month (i suppose).
I love her & proud of her.
It was a few years back...
It took me severals years of frustration & confusion to understand that sh suffered from depression.
She would cry in her room & sleep as well.Days went by just like this & it carrys on.
That time,i was so afraid that i distance myself away from the people who were likely to cause me to become depressed.
The cultimation of her battle with depression came when i was a senior in primary school.
It was a late afternoon,& i had just returned home from school.
I could sense that something was wrong the moment i unlocked the front door.
I heards shouts & cries from thier bedroom,
which seemed odd because he should be working,& she should have been asleep.
As i cautiously walked to the bedroom,
the sound of someone weeping rushed through my ears.
My stomach dropped.
I was afraid to go in because of what i might see.
Still,I carefully opened the bedroom door to find her holding a penknife trying to cut her wrist.
She was sobbing uncontrobally.
He was trying to stop her from doing that & she claimed that she as worried about our studies & everything.
We have no choice but to addmit her into hospital.
We had a hard time persuading her.
I was in denial about how critical her condition had gotten.
After her short visit to the hospital,she became dramatically healthier.
It was not because of any prescribed medication or therapy session;
it was because she realized that she did not want to spend the rest of her life in so much emotional pain.
But of course,she tried attempting suicides these few years but after getting to know a group of friends from the hospital,she "opened" herself.
They counseled her alot & try to make her happy.
After so many years of pain,she finally overcome her depression but still she's under medication & to see a psychiatrist every month (i suppose).
I love her & proud of her.