My Story of Illness
Student’s name
Institution
Date
The emergence was unknown; to date, I still lively remember the suffering incident in my life. I finished the high school course successfully and was on an extended holiday in my third year of study in college. Over the holiday, I decide to partake an attachment program on the course I was pursuing in college. Everything looked ready, and I was just about to begin the attachment program at a prestigious institution back in the country. It looked like my handwork was fruitful, and my vision was impending. However, one month into my attachment program, I was troubled. I was frequently unable to finish my work on time. I encountered hardship paying attention to even simple assignments. In actual sense, I happened to be doing almost everything, walking from my attachment station to doing some physical exercises. Having been talented with a superb memory, I realized with dismay that I was frequently unable to flashback essential facts I had learned. Despite the struggle, the condition never improved. Regardless of all the demotivating, negative, and demoralizing replies, I decided to overcome the hurdle. It was an irritating struggle, no matter how much I tried, I ended up failing and could not achieve anything. I persistently became slow, inactive, disorganized, and always behind time. It appeared as if my mind was dysfunctional and criticized playing the duty of the worst peer in the induction program.
Ultimately I choose to plan for a medical checkup to eliminate any illness that would perhaps be causing my symptoms. I eagerly almost wished the diagnosis of numeric physical disease would justify me. However, I was diagnosed with depression. My state confirmed to be a real segregation experience, and the loneliness only magnified the illness and its associated shame and quarantine. I realized that many people, even health professionals- perceive depression as a personal mistake rather than a realistic disease. Depression would not exempt me from my teaching duties, just like hypothyroidism would. Importantly, I was unable to share with my peers on the pain coming along with depression as I could if I suffered peptic ulcers. Nevertheless, the confirmation gave me chances to get the right treatment with remedy and psychotherapy. It was during this episode that I realized about Physical Health Services (PHS).
My involvement in meetings and treatment sessions with my consultant played a vital role in my path to recovery. I was crowded by people who fully comprehended the feeling of going through depression. I managed to share my skills with a colleague, my peer teachers and find happiness and empathy instead of prejudice. On return, their motivational stories gave me hope and inspired me more through the journey. Kindness of the consultant at PHS allowed me to change my perception of being a depression victim and trade through the sentimentalities of shame for a sense of achievement and pride in the struggle with depression. The PHS contract was worthwhile, an essential feature in my professional recovery because it supplied me with an organized program through which I could officially file my rehabilitation through the directives of PHS official managers and designated directors at work. The contract with PHS activated my illness and perceived the achievement completion of the contract as an essential pillar in my recovery.