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.