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I am a 27-year-old girl and I‘ll begin with my childhood. In my childhood, I
was a bright student but only till my mom guided me in studies. By bright, I
mean that I used to be among the top 5 students every year. I also used to
participate in various co-curricular activities. But still, having grown up, I
realise that I always had a hidden feeling of loneliness somewhere in the depth
of my heart. I was sometimes beaten up for incomplete homework as well. Not
much though. Only as much as most middle-class children those days. But
sometimes I feel it has left a deep impact on my mind.
It was in class 12 that I fell in love for the first time ever in my life and we were
in a relationship for two years. I was so much into him that I didn‘t even make
many good friends in my college. But my relationship with that guy ended
horribly. His friends and he emotionally hurt me over and over again—so
much so that I went into depression.
I used to feel that the whole world, including my family, was playing tricks on
me. I felt they were conspiring against me to make me a better person. Very
soon after the break-up, I had to tell everything to my parents. Soon, I landed
myself in a psychiatrist‘s cabin as a patient. I got to know that it wasn‘t just
depression but schizophrenia.
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was a bright student but only till my mom guided me in studies. By bright, I
mean that I used to be among the top 5 students every year. I also used to
participate in various co-curricular activities. But still, having grown up, I
realise that I always had a hidden feeling of loneliness somewhere in the depth
of my heart. I was sometimes beaten up for incomplete homework as well. Not
much though. Only as much as most middle-class children those days. But
sometimes I feel it has left a deep impact on my mind.
It was in class 12 that I fell in love for the first time ever in my life and we were
in a relationship for two years. I was so much into him that I didn‘t even make
many good friends in my college. But my relationship with that guy ended
horribly. His friends and he emotionally hurt me over and over again—so
much so that I went into depression.
I used to feel that the whole world, including my family, was playing tricks on
me. I felt they were conspiring against me to make me a better person. Very
soon after the break-up, I had to tell everything to my parents. Soon, I landed
myself in a psychiatrist‘s cabin as a patient. I got to know that it wasn‘t just
depression but schizophrenia.
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