Hello, guys 👋. I’m here to share my story. Feel free to judge me, but I really want some advice. All this situation started when my father died when I was small. My age then was either 15 or 16. I came from a polygamous family. So, after my father passed, my mom remarried, which really affected me and my siblings. We are four, and I am the third child. After my father’s death and my mom’s remarriage, things got really bad for us. Yes, very bad, to the extent that I was unable to pay my school fees then, which was 800 naira. Along the line, someone from our church introduced one pastor to my family, telling us they were in need of a girl who would stay with them. So they informed my family, and I volunteered to follow them since they promised to send me to school, and things were really tough for me and my siblings. So I went and moved in with them. Hmmm… I worked with them for more than ten years. I endured whatsoever happened to me there because I was going to school.
They fulfilled their promise of sending me to school, but that came with a load of work. I decided to endure everything, no matter what I passed through in that house. I did not inform any of my family, but I didn’t want to leave yet because I was still going to school. A lot of things happened. You know that experience when you live with someone, but I kept enduring. After I finished my school, which was last year—I finished my HND—I decided to move out of the house because I was tired and fed up. I ended up having low self-esteem and feeling insecure. I felt like I was indebted to them. No peace of mind. I had already fallen into depression. I was losing my mind already. So one day, I made a decision, packed my load, and left that house without informing them. They called my family and told them I had left. My sister called me, saying a lot of things—telling me I was ungrateful, like, how could I leave those people now? Why couldn’t I wait a little longer?
But these people never gave me peace of mind. So many things happened that I cannot mention. I was depressed. I was even thinking of k*||*ng myself. I just wanted to have peace of mind. I wanted to be able to focus on my life without thinking of asking for permission from someone. I was just fed up. Everyone is calling me, telling me to go back to that house and beg them. My question is, what about me? What about my mental health? It’s draining me so badly. Please, guys, I need advice. What can I do? I’m fed up.
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