I have for once talked about how my mental health was messed up after my NYSC. The fact that I was the one that delivered a speech for everyone at the camp that they need to get something they are into before they finish their service, and it also happens to me, is very funny.
I could remember very well; last year happens to be the year I could not even forget. It was my year of service, and I must say that I made very good friends; I hung out with my friends from one place to another. I forgot all my sorrows.
At some point, the service became boring because my friends are now graduates, and I became the president. I had to make other friends entirely, but till I left, I did not for one day feel bored; it was just from one fun activity to another one. If I was told that this year will be opposite of what I passed through last year, I will deny it.
Well, the struggle begins in December 2023, when I finish with my NYSC and collect my certificate; the first week wasn't even a joke. I remembered I left my state for another state on the 23rd of last year, so I don't really feel any kind of depression. Not until January 2024.
It all started with me knowing what to do and what not to do. I told my brother I needed a job, and for God's sake, I was just told to leave the country as he got a job for me somewhere that pays around 500 dollars.
I was so overwhelmed that at least I got a job immediately after my service, but my uncle told me I will be leaving the country around March of this year; well, to me that wasn't far. So I started doing everything I needed to do.
Spent lots of money on my passport, my NIN, and so on. But the fact is I'm not even bored with the money I was spending; this is because I have it anyway. I was bored, but I couldn't let that weigh me down; the only thing on my mind was I'm traveling soon.
January passed; now it's February, and it's just a month plus to my journey, still happy every day but really bored. Around February, I called all my friends that we need to get together, at least to get to see them again if not for the last time.
To cut the long story short, we met, and we discussed life; we gisted for hours, and we all traveled back to our destination. I got back home after four days traveling to see my friends. On getting home, just one faithful day, my uncle called me that the processing of my travel happens to be fake, and the job is also fake; it was actually the scammers.
To some point I did not even believe my uncle; I thought it was all a joke, but then as time goes on, it happens to be true; it was actually all fake from the beginning. I almost ran out, but I just did not get myself.
Now the worst part is that I do not even know where I was going, and it was just only me sitting at home from morning till night, no one to talk to. My sister goes to work, and so I will be at home from morning till night.
I started misbehaving because I couldn't handle the trauma again; depression comes in and the likes. I could remember talking to one of my friends on Hive; she happened to be there for me throughout this period. How can I not mention your name?
I already know that my mental health has been so bad, so I took my back a week to my birthday. I traveled to another state to start another life. Since April of this year, till this moment, I must say that I'm doing well, although it has not been easy, but some friends came through for me. Sometimes I just go out to have fun. In fact, sometimes I just want a noisy place so I could just forget my pain. But thank goodness it's all in the past now.