I knew I had to pick up the pieces left and stitch them back together.
In these trying times, I found myself.

I am hurt
I am hurt.
I am broken,
Broken beyond repair
I loved,
I loved with my all
I cried,
I cried till my tear glands could produce tears no more
I wept
I wept, till my throat felt all dried up and sore.
I was broken, broken beyond repair.
I cried, till my pillow could hold my tears no more.
A depressed soul I became
A shadow of myself I became
With no friend to hold me close.
I never knew it would hurt this much with memories flooding my mind each I shut my eyes.
Depression hit me so hard in the face.
It knocked me off my feet.
Losing weight, suffering prolonged heart palpitations and becoming paranoid.
Seeing my wall of defense crumble before my very own eyes.
I needed help
I needed talking to, but there was no one.
But I knew I had to fight back
I knew I had to pick up the pieces left and stitch them back together.
In these trying times, I found myself.
I became strong again because I allowed myself feel the pain.
I cried not because I was weak, but because I was stronger than I thought.
The scars are to remind me of my victory.
They are to remind me of the heroine I have become.
I felt the pain and survived it.
Depression is real.
Fight it hard before it overcomes you.
You are strong because you were created to be.

Writer: Jessie Faakor Fianu

Country: Ghana

Age: 22years