05/02/2024
I survived depression Zambia
Today I felt like sharing this with someone whose thinking of giving up.
In the year 2000, after the loss of my father, my mother courageously led our family back to Zambia. Starting afresh in a new country as a single parent to three children was an indescribable challenge. We settled in Chelston, and those who remember the circumstances can join me in praising God for His grace, very few people know this story and now I can look back and laugh🤣.
We faced years of adversity, transitioning from using a pitlatrin for 10 years of those squatting positions 😩😅to experiencing the constant shuffle of homes – from Ndola to Choma to Lusaka,another story for another day 😅 . Changing schools almost every two years became a norm who even goes to 8 or 9 different schools in 12 years... 🤔, and Catholic nuns played a pivotal role in sponsoring my education (a story for another day).
During those moments when a pitlatrin was our reality, I vividly recall telling God that I would strive to be worth something, to make Him and my mother proud. Today, amidst the twists and turns life has thrown my way, there are moments of frustration and tears. I question why things don't always go as planned, forgetting the myriad of blessings that surround me, mwelesa mulenjelelakofye 😔.
But in those challenging times, I hold onto the promise I made to God and to myself. Despite the hurdles, I am grateful for the journey. There's a resilience that comes from living through the uncertainties, from pitlatrins to changing homes and schools. It's a testament to the strength within.
Even on days when I feel deserving of more, I strive to find the sincerity and strength to be grateful. Life's challenges may test us, but the journey from a pitlatrin to a place of gratitude is a testament to the resilience we carry within us.
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