’’OK this may not be the most prestigious major, but it’s noble, a good career path for a woman, not too stressful and it suits my character. Some aspects might be a challenge, but challenge accepted!’’ Well, that was the wrong challenge. I ended up quitting halfway, despite all the pressure to continue. And you know what? No regrets. My family agrees with me now. I hate that I suffered, but I wouldn’t change the past if I could, because this experience taught me some valuable lessons.
When I was thirteen I had a friend with issues. We had a blast together, but after a while she became dangerously depressed. It was hard for me to have a suicidal friend. Even harder was to understand why she was suicidal. She could never explain what was wrong. Everything became clear after a while; her depression had a clear cause and it was not a chronic depression. Continue reading