Survival Story: 2 How my mother's support and clinical therapy helped me after my father's death

I was a young and careless boy when my father went through an interferon therapy with poor prognosis and within 5 years fell seriously ill. I was still coming of the age when a person himself is experiencing shifts in mood and personality. An age when you don’t even know who you are. My father wanted me to become a better and stronger image of myself as if he himself knew that he doesn’t have enough time. One night, he went into coma and as a young boy all I knew was that his disease has progressed to some advance level. The next day as I was appearing in a viva My mother called and asked me to come to the hospital immediately. That was the last moment when I grabbed his hand and for a moment he opened his eyes and like something was not letting him do so he fell asleep once again. By the night he was declared dead. After his death, the resulting void and financial crisis among other things made me develop negative thoughts, anxiety and detachment from the world. I would have done something extreme if not for my mother’s constant support and the clinical therapy. I learned that you have to work it all out; your priorities, your friends, how you want to live, everything.

There is a tomorrow!

When all doors look closed

All cards are fold

Nothing makes any sense

The fog is too dense

When it’s too hard to breathe

And soul wants to be freed

Remember the night always end

Every path has to bend

After darkness there is light

Dawn comes and shines bright

And after every today

There is a tomorrow!

Survival Story : 1 How support from my family and counselling helped me fight the negative thoughts

It was back in intermediate, I was too serious about my grades and worked very hard but didn’t get the grades I was expecting. I was extremely dejected and blamed everything including me for that. I felt stuck. I didn’t what to do with my life. Negative thoughts were popping in my mind and I was looking for some escape. I noticed it was becoming intense so I shared my problem with my family and prayed to Allah to help me make the right choices. It took me a lot of time to come out of that depression but eventually I did. With counselling, I realized that suicide was not the solution to my problems and opted to redefine my choices, priorities, schedule and goals.