It was the time I was going through a heartbreak and I was not in the mood to talk to anybody. I was battling so many depressions.
When my sister came to visit me, she advised me to go for therapy. I went to meet a therapist. I was happy that I'm finding the solution to my problem. I went to see a therapist. He was a male. While I was talking, he was just asking questions that were off-point.
He was asking me questions that were not aligning with what I wanted to hear and the solution I wanted to get. I got angry and I left the therapy salon and I went to my room. When the time came the therapy called
my sister and my sister called me and asked why I didn't go. I told her that I could not just stay there and be taking the dose of something that is unwelcome.
I'm done with it and I cannot go back to that place. Although she felt angry about it, she understood. I told her that I cannot be battling depression and still undergo such an humiliation. That was not my solution to my problem. I refused to take it down. I refused to take the dose of something unwelcome. That's how it ended. And I was able to find my solution by myself.
