THE REAL ME

Depression is something real..not something I will want to get into..

                         

    I got to the school pavilion during recess grinning from ear to ear for no reason at all not until I saw Jessy : a classmate looking pale, then my jaw dropped...Jessy was sexually harrased few weeks back and still suffering from the traumatic experience..."not again you're stronger than this.. this phase shall also pass"..I said to her while she looked at me with tears welled up in her eyes.."I feel ashamed of myself" she said to me while I held her hands.."no you don't need to:what has happened has happened all you need to do is to tell yourself you will and can move on.. you're strong" i said to her.."oh dear this is just what I needed:an ear to listen to me..tnx for the advice" she said as she embraced me warmly  and zoomed off to class.

              I'm not bragging but I'm a very bright and loveable being.I tend to give good advices to people: just like I did for Jessy, but no one believes i need advices too.The day I told my senior sister that I felt depressed, she laughed really hard and said "ah! you don hear say counselor dey be depressed?" and she shoved the topic aside. Everyone tend to forget that I'm human and I have feelings too. I would  like to make reminisce of a day I got back from choir rehearsals looking moody for no reason in sight. I just needed someone to talk to,someone that would hug me real hard and whisper some encouraging words into my ears . I met my mom in the sitting room..she looked up from her phone and said "baby girl,why do you look that way".."I don't know mum I just feel unhappy".."you will get over it " she said as she looked back to her phone laughing merily. I got into the room and cried a river.

                   No one understands I'm eating up within... I'm weak yeah I am..I cry literally everyday..no one sees the tears behind my smiles.no one sees the despair behind those advices.