Meet Sandra Smith
It’s the summer of 2012. Twenty-three year old Sandra Smith walks out of her small shack of an apartment. “It’s going to be a bad day.” She mutters to herself.
She takes a longer route to the train station to avoid running into more people than she feels necessary.
She arrives just in time to catch the 15-minute ride to her tiny cubicle of an office where she replies emails, cold calls, and schedules appointments for her boss.
Aboard the train, she stares at her boots and thinks about how miserable her life is. She lives alone, no friends, no neighbor she’s eager to say hi to every morning. Her room is empty, except for her old, worn-out mattress, her box of clothes pushed to the corner, and a TV that no longer works. She sighs.
The extra creamy coffee she buys on her way to the office has her ready for her day. Apart from a slight headache she feels, she is alright.
It’s a normal day at the office. The boss nags as usual but it’s nothing she’s not already used to. She also has to deal with the cleaner that’s trying to make a pass at her.
For some reason, her headache persists. She presses her left hand to her forehead. Her temperature is perfectly normal. She reminds herself to take some aspirin when she gets home.
Four hours after noon, she clocks out and begins the long journey home.
She takes a bus back home. The ride takes almost an hour but she doesn’t mind. She stares out absentmindedly as the bus eases through the city. At some intervals, she thumbs through her phone. No texts.
Finally, the long ride winds to an end. Sandra picks up some aspirin and a bag of chips on her way home. She downs the aspirin with warm water and after a few hours, the headache bids farewell.
Relieved, she spends the rest of the night scrolling through her Instagram feeds looking at her old school mates.
It’s been a long day. She wants to talk to someone, but there’s really no one on her contact list she’d like to call. She convinces herself she’ll be alright and falls fast asleep with her earphones on, listening to slow, sad songs.
Welcome to the Mental Health series!
It is relatively easy to take care of our bodies when challenges arise. These challenges manifest in the form of physical fatigue, pains, the sudden numbness of our tastebuds, headaches.
But what about when something affects our mental health? Do we know? Do we get the obvious signs that something might be wrong as it happens with headaches?
When we are lonely, depressed, we can wave it off without much attention. We can distract ourselves with our social feeds and bags of chips. But is this the right thing to do?
Welcome to the mental health series where I will be taking you on an educational journey.
We will smile, we will gasp, we will nod in agreement and disagree at times. But one thing is for sure: We will learn.
Join me this same time next week as I dive head-on into the series.
Question of the week: Is Sandra healthy?
Disclaimer: This above story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are either the products of the writer’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.