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How exactly do you explain to an African parent that you need help? Do Africans even care about the state of their mental health? How do I tell others how I feel or about my nightmares without them thinking I'm mentally unstable? Everywhere, "seek help." How exactly? All these questions bother me so much that they give me problems. Even if he agrees that I need help, everyone would see me as a psychiatric patient, as the mentally unstable girl.
"I keep blaming myself for all that has happened. I mean, how could I not have seen it coming? She was practically my best friend and close to me. If only I had opened my eyes wide enough and looked closer, I would have known and probably done something. We had a fight, we didn't settle it. Before I knew it, she was gone. It upsets me more. This has been haunting me for over a year. Can I ever be normal?"
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On 19 September, 2020
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