Category Mental Health

One of my deepest scars came from my sister-in-law. We were once close, but betrayal tore us apart. What followed was not just a falling-out, but a hatred that festered for years.

My life was a true dramatic series: constant migraines, insomnia that felt like a nightly marathon, and a leg that seemed ready to abandon me

My first marriage failed, and then my second relationship collapsed as well. This man provided nothing for me, and I was left to fend for my two children alone. I had to scavenge for charcoal, plastic bottles, and bones just to survive.

I couldn’t see any light at the end of the tunnel. To top it all off, my husband ended up in prison, turning my life into a bad daily soap opera.

When it came to my children’s schooling, I didn’t know what to do. I had no school supplies or uniforms, and one of my children even had to drop out of school because the school kept sending my children home due to unpaid fees.

 I lost my baby. I had hoped my child would serve as proof of what he had done to me, but it was in vain. I carried this emotional wound for six years. On top of the psychological pain, I suffered from severe abdominal pain for four years, which finally healed in 2023.

to a Life Reseasoned: Fidela’s Revival.” My life was like cold, flavorless soup: dull, sad, and tasteless. I barely ate (and neither did my children), I turned into a human tornado, hitting them, and my constant headaches made me a walking…

My life was like the script of a dramatic movie. Picture this: my husband with a machete, ready to turn me into a tragic heroine! Add to that an empty stomach almost every day and a mountain of psychological stress. I lived in isolation, so much so that even asking my neighbors for salt felt like an impossible mission.

I grew up as an orphan after losing my father—he was murdered by our neighbor. Ironically, my father had shown kindness to this man’s family while he was still alive.

Eight years ago, I became a widow with four children, and we lived in extreme poverty. During the war, my children and I were constantly on the move, fleeing from place to place, often with no safe place to sleep.

My husband? A master of vanishing acts at night, leaving me to handle everything on my own. Years of suffering, resentment, and tears piled up, leaving me feeling hopeless.