So, basically my entry into depression was marked in 2015. I guess it was in July because that was the time I realized that we were not going back to Karachi and were going to stay in Lahore. Basically we were going to shift to Lahore. Now you must be thinking oh just a shifting. They must've knew about it or seen it coming. The must be prepared for it. But the problem is no. Me and my sister were never told about all this shifting thing. Yeah, we did sometimes thought that maybe we might shift but not to another city.
Just for information, Karachi and Lahore are two different cities in two different provinces. So, when we came to Lahore, like we used to do in our summer vacations we never thought that we were going to now shift there and live the rest of our lives over there. I think it was 20th July when mom and dad told us for the first time that we were going to stay here I Lahore. I remember panicking and not knowing what will happen.
Anyways, at that time the problem wasn't me for my parents it was my sister who was not ready to change her system. In Pakistan, there are different education systems. When we used to be in Karachi we used to study in cambridge system but now if we were shifting to Lahore it meant that we had to shift into matric system (which is a completely different system). So, we weren't just changing houses or cities or provinces, we were basically changing everything. Every single thing which was a part of our life.
At that time, after a lot of my parents begging to my sister happened and finally she agreed that she will try to adjust in the matric system. I was still not asked and honestly at that time I didn't really cared about that. Because come on everyone and even myself used to think that who cares about a 9 year olds opinion. I mean even I myself didn't think about voicing my opinion. I just agreed with my parents.
At that time, I wondered that what could even my opinion do?? Right?? I was just a 9 year old. Who just used to agree whatever the hell her parents and others used to tell her.
BUT HA. OH BOY I WAS SO
FUCKING WRONG.
That was time my misery started and life give me taste of reality. And that was the time life slapped me like a fucking bitch.
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DEPRESSION
No FicciónJust a story about me. How I struggled with depression and am still affected by it. If anyone finds it helpful (which you most probably won't) do not hesitate to tell me about your experience. Just remember that you are not alone and their are peo...
