I almost threw myself in a speeding car around Kira roundabout now road lights. Why was I going to kill myself? Because I was tired of how I was feeling. The depression had taken its heavy load on me and the conversations with myself in my head were so loud, I didn’t know what was my original voice. I wanted them to stop, I wanted everything that was causing me the pain to stop. I wanted to be free from the hurting and the pain. This wasn’t the first time I was going through this deep desire to end it. This was my second time. The first time, I looked…
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#HearMyHeart: Dissociative identity disorder
…. this is a continuation of a blog I wrote last year about a mental disorder called Rage under the Uganda Blog Community (@Ugbloc) theme #HearMyHeart. She sat there and looked at me for what felt to be too long but was only 5 minutes. I think she was studying me. Checking out my reactions to her small comfy office. It was a cool small room, it felt like a box sealed into the building that housed it. It was a room cursed to listen in to many conversations and never tell. It was cursed to silence and with that, I conflicted to trust it. ‘Can we trust her?’ came…
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#HearMyHeart : Rage Part 1
The anger builds up and the outbursts are rampant. Even a simple 'how are you?' sets you off.
