Stumbling upon the Red Appeal and a heart-to-heart talk with my friend today was too much of a concidence...

7 years ago, I was on the verge of giving up. I was ready to give anything just so I could cease my existence on this Earth. I was mad about the world not giving me the choice to live or die and making such a fuss about my self-injury.

But 7 years on, I am thankful for those painful few years I had, battling between the will to live or die. Without this journey, I know I would never be who I am today. Without admiting and accepting help, I know I would never have won my fight with depression, bringing with me so many life lessons in the process. And without this battle with depression, I don't think I would have been aware of or truly understood the struggles that this marginalised group of people face in society all over the world to the extent that I am motivated in working towards a career where I can dedicate my life to help this group of people. 

People suffering from mental disorders, the marginalised group, can recover and lead a normal life because I am a living testimony, along with many others out there in the world. 

Based on my own experience, the first and most important step, is to admit to yourself you need help and to seek it, however long it takes to find it. The rest will fall into place. Don't resist help, and don't stop finding the help you need. But don't expect it to be a miracle "drug" too because it isn't. The help you seek will provide you with the tools to fight the 'demon', your will power and determination is the ultimate key to winning the fight. My Fight took many years and the turning point of my Fight was when I realised it was a Fight that only I could win and that no one else could fight the Fight for me.

To those out there who are still fighting the Fight, as I often like to call it, don't give up. I know it is easier said than done, but don't underestimate human being's resilence either..