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Trigger Warning - Depression, Anxiety, Abuse, and Trauma

This blog post is inspired by a young man whom I have known from afar. From him, I learned one of my most valuable lessons, that you never really know what someone is going through until they choose to give you just a taste. People mask pain daily. Every day, lies such as the common phrase  “I’m fine” is given in response to the question “How are you?” but the real answer is “I'm not fine and I don't know why”, “I’m not fine and I can’t tell you why” or “I’m not fine and I am scared to tell you why”.

Please have a look at the bottom of this post for the definitions of depression, anxiety, and abuse before reading further.

It can be very difficult to talk about the things that run through your mind, especially if you are dealing with depression, anxiety, or abuse and I applaud those who speak out about these problems. I for one, have talked about my experiences so much that at times I began to feel like people are tired of hearing my story. However, I am encouraged because I know there are people out there who need to hear my story, and know that they are not alone and that they have hope.

I am not speaking about depression and anxiety alone but also to those who have been in abusive relationships and have to deal with the constant trauma. It is very hard to come out and talk about these things when you have gotten used to dealing with these issues by yourself and now begin to see them as a part of who you are. It can be very difficult coming out and saying "yes, I have been abused" or "yes, I am dealing with depression" and I applaud the brave ones who have come out to share their stories with the world. Your story is not just a brief look into your life and/or past. It serves as a source of encouragement. A milestone. The fact that you are rising up to your feet and resisting defeat in your situation shows bravery.

This post is meant for those who are still wondering or trying to figure out whether they really want to come out and give their stories, especially stories that include problems like depression, anxiety or any form of abuse. Whether you were affected emotionally, sexually as a child and/or in other ways. It is not abnormal to feel like you cannot speak about these delicate topics, especially if they are very near and close to your heart. It is not abnormal to feel like people might judge you or look at you differently if they hear your story. It is very brave of you to look past these stumbling blocks and remind yourself that regardless of how people may look at you now, there is someone who needs to hear that depression, anxiety and abuse are not rare and that speaking about one’s traumatic experiences should not be a taboo.

I urge you to think outside the box. Share your story in your own creative way. If you want to shout it out on the rooftops, feel free. After all, we have “freedom of speech” protecting us. Do whatever it is you feel will help you to reduce this weight on your heart. You can talk with a psychologist (who gets paid not to judge you), your family, friends whom you know you can trust and have proven how much they care about you, a blog/vlog like I’m doing now, and last but not the least, God. He is the only person who understands you from the inside out, the one who knows exactly how you can heal and become the person he has called you to be, and the one who is willing to listen, love, and support you any and every time you need it, without you even asking.
Free your mind of those thoughts. Free your mind of that pain. Free your mind of the guilt, shame or whatever it is that you still allow to stay in your mind (rent free).

Internalizing will only make things worse for you.

This is an important lesson that I had to learn for myself. I learned that I needed to become more open with people, especially my friends, my family, and the ones that I claim to love. One day, maybe when the semester is over, and I am not as busy as I am now, I will display my act of bravery by sharing my story on this blog. Many of you who know me personally may have heard my story, but now I am willing to share this part of my life with the world. I pray that you learn from this and are inspired to share yours as well.

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Odabọ (bye for now),

Definitions –
  • “People with depression may experience a lack of interest and pleasure in daily activities, significant weight loss or gain, insomnia or excessive sleeping, lack of energy, inability to concentrate, feelings of worthlessness or excessive guilt and recurrent thoughts of death or suicide.”
  • “Anxiety is an emotion characterized by feelings of tension, worried thoughts and physical changes like increased blood pressure. People with anxiety disorders usually have recurring intrusive thoughts or concerns. They may avoid certain situations out of worry. They may also have physical symptoms such as sweating, trembling, dizziness or a rapid heartbeat.”
  • “a pattern of behavior in any relationship that is used by one person to gain or maintain power and control over another—whether it be an intimate partner, dependent child, or elderly relative. Abuse can be physical, sexual, emotional, economic, or psychological. It includes actions or threats of actions designed to frighten, intimidate, terrorize, manipulate, hurt, humiliate, blame, injure or wound someone.”


  1. Wow! What an amazing post!! I pray all those that need to read this post will read it. Amen!! Also amen to sharing and being open with friends and family! But be careful cause not all friends and family are able to handle what you tell them, be lead in who you tell❤️❤️

  2. This posts has touched me in so many ways! I applaud you for being so open and encouraging others to do so.Thankyou!❤


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