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Crossroads. Mental health from two perspectives

I hadn’t slept in days, my mind was filled to the brim and my eyes felt like I had dumped a bucket of sand in them.  I lived in a hostel and had kept myself locked in my room, pacing the floor, writing my thoughts on the mural I had created in my room.  I refused to answer the knocks from worried room mates. I was sneaking out to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, for fear of running into one of them.

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