“Most mornings all I can think is I am the reason for one person's boulder. A rock to another. Both a joy and a woe in one life cycle. Both the abused and the abuser. The tortured and the torturer. It is not long till I realize that I am always thinking of what I can be to another and never to myself. You see, us humans, we make hundreds and hundreds of bad little Decisions hoping that one of them leads us to the answer. Not knowing that we are in the end, the only answer. The chosen ones. The ones to ourselves.” LossGriefDepression Author:Ezinne Orjiako, Nkem.
“This is how apathy goes: First, old joys become new sorrows. Then all your mornings in bed transcend into eternities. Your best friend no longer calls because the new self is unrecognizable. And your father. Your father feels unfamiliar because you are growing and he is not.” DepressionApathyAnhedonia Author:Ezinne Orjiako, Nkem.