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My Journey of Recovery

My Journey of Recovery

My name is Ting. Looking back to my past, my recovery journey was not easy at all. I was not good at studying and it might relate to my learning disorder. I also got bullied at school. I was a bad handler in relationships. I had my first boyfriend at 18 and broke up for too many times. Hurting myself physically was one of many usual ways to release my negative emotion.


After graduation from secondary school, I could not find a good job because of my poor academic result. Life had further struck me by taking away my most beloved grandmother at that time. With the help from my family, I got an office job in a logistic company. Unfortunately, I started feeling exhausted all the times after working for around 6 months. I seek for the medical advice and was diagnosed depression at last.


I am a forgetful person and I always forgot to take medication on time or even forgot to attend the scheduled doctor consultation which made my status be unstable. Besides, my mental state was terrible due to the insomnia. I didn’t want to freshen up and meet people and just wanted to stay home with my phone. Even so, my families still offers full support to me. They kept reminding me to take medication on time and attend the doctor consultation. My mother took care of my dining with great attention every day. And my elder sister would take leave and go to doctor consultation with me. Whenever I felt unmotivated to go to work, they would go with me together. Such infinitive and selfless support and encouragement pulled me through the darkest time of my life. I deeply appreciate the importance of family support.


Advised by my psychiatrist, I was referred to live at Halfway House. Through in-house activities, I learnt to take care myself and it enable me to have a deeper understanding of myself. I realized my incapability of self-management. Under the help of a social worker, I successfully applied a job in the sheltered workshop. I rediscovered the motivation of learning from daily work training. Through making soft clay and leather artwork, and joining the interest classes such as Mandarin, dessert-making, etc., I was finally aware that mental illness was simply a small part of life. I will continue to enrich myself and strive for my own life goal.


My recovery journey was never smooth. I touched the low ebb and had the thought of giving myself up once. Thanks to the love of my families and the supportive service from the Halfway House, I was able to re-energize myself and embrace hope to the future. I firmly believe that people in recovery should share the same right to pursue their goal and happiness in life.


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