MY FIGHT SONG: MY GENERALIZED ANXIETY DISORDER STORY.

This is my fight song

Take back my life song

Prove I’m alright song

My power’s turned on

Starting right now I’ll be strong

I’ll play my fight song

And I don’t really care if nobody else believes

‘Cause I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me

 

I’m a warrior and this is my anthem. I play it every morning before leaving the house. Meanwhile, this is for people out there who feel invalidated when people tell them Africans do not suffer Generalized anxiety disorder, just remember that whatever you are passing through is valid, and that you are never alone.

My name is Preye, I work as an OAP for a popular radio station, and I’m twenty four. Growing, I would say I was lucky to have elite parents that understood that every problem was not a spiritual attack.

As a teen, people say I worry too much, often over unnecessary things. I worry about finishing school, I worry if I’d ever find love, I worry about virtually everything. Worrying became my second nature.

The first time I started my media career, the director of the radio station I worked with then told me radio job was not for me. I mean halfway through a programme I would start trembling and feeling twitchy, sweating profusely, and feeling nauseous. Sometimes, I would have difficulty breathing; it felt as if I was choking, as if I was going to die. I was always in and out of hospital, missing work and all. The worst was that the reports from the doctors always came back negative. They all said nothing was wrong with me.

But my parents thought otherwise, so we went to visit a psychiatrist. Going to see a psychiatrist was a tough decision, since I already formed the opinion that psychiatrists are for mad people, and I knew I wasn’t mad.  Well I finally went, and it was confirmed that I had generalized anxiety disorder.

Though the journey has not been smooth, but the support and encouragement I’ve gotten from friends and family has made it bearable.

So to every person out there suffering one mental illness or another, just know that it is not the end of the world. And when people tell you that your illness is not a Nigerian thing, remind them that it is a human condition and that you are human. You are a warrior, a survivor, never forget that.