Overcoming Depression! British culture helps!
I remember very vividly the day I arrived in London. I was only seventeen years old and just finished school, ready to start university. It was September 1999 and my only “equipment” for my new chapter in life was 140 pounds as pocket money and a scholarship to study psychology at City University of London. YES, unbelievably enough, I was always a straight A student. Eventhough thinking about it, I had no choice in the matter, as my father never gave me an option. “Straight As or be condemned by the family and leave the house”! I think is not a secret anymore that I grew up with different kinds of abuse. Neither it would come as a surprise that I have suffered severe depression. it actually got so severe that during my teenage years I even tried to kill my self. Unsuccessful yes, but with pretty dramatic consequences; hospitalized in intensive care for more than a week and years on antidepressant medication. My growing up was not easy. I grew up under the wings of a well known (w