Depression Is Like A Thief

It steals away your positive energy, strength, motivation, and brings your productivity to near zero level. The sad thing is, it steals insidiously.

The impact on society is grave as victims of depression tend to replicate the broken pieces their condition left them with.

It can sometimes result in violent behaviors. It can also affect one's professional output.

Unfortunately it is given very little attention in Africa. Little communication is done on the subject matter and people who are depressed do not want those around them to be aware of their state.

Stakeholders should communicate more on the topic. They should equip actors concerned with required skills for psychology-social assistance.

-Tudi Nathalie

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