I'm not sure where to disclose this, but my blog seems the best bet, as I don't feel comfortable notifying people about any emotional baggage.Quite frankly I don't think anyone other than Allah genuinely cares. Rewind back about three years ago, I suffered from severe depression. I just remember crying, crying on my way to college, sometimes for no reason but mostly for some reason or the other. I had a lot going on at home and outside as well that triggered huge stress on me and I started to loose my appetite and my weight went down. Anyway, to cut a long story short, after talking to a close friend, I realised the drugs (medication-anti-depressants) that I was taking were not helping me to solve my problems but merely giving me a fake illusion of happiness during certain intervals in the day. So I stopped taking the drugs of my own accord and telling my GP two weeks later. My GP dramatically told me that I would end up in a mental home as a result of withdrawal symptoms
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