I would never again confuse depression with insanity.
The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months and somewhere along that journey Carina stopped being my lecturer or my pseudo-psychologist and she became my friend and confidante.
Our relationship was no longer just about me and my problems. We would often just sit and giggle, and talk and everything and nothing.
I felt a deep connection with her because she could identify with what was happening to me. She understood my relationship with Yadav, even if she didn’t condone it.
I had just come out of my English lecture. It hadn’t been very pleasant. It had hit too close to home for comfort.
Carina noticed my distress.
“What is it?” She asked.
“Is it him again?” she asked.
“No”, I
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It is also known as manipulation, or brain-washing.”
Carina got up and went to her book shelf. She looked through a few titles and then found what she was looking for.
“Read this,” said Carina. “It was a book on mind control.”
I read the paragraphs on ‘Mind Control’ that she had highlighted.
“It 's best to think of it as a system of influences that significantly disrupts an individual at their very core, at the level of their identity (their values, beliefs, behaviors, relationships etc.) creating a new pseudo-identity or pseudo-personality”
I went cold. Is this not exactly happened to me?
Did he not change my opinion of what I was and who I was?
Did he not take someone who thought she was strong and beautiful and worthy and convince her that she was weak, and ugly and unworthy.
The article also spoke of its “destructive influences which strip the person of their identity, independence, and ability to think critically or logically.”
Did that not happen to me? Was I not confused about what was reality and what was not? Did I not have difficulty separating fact from fiction?
Tears were starting to stream down my cheeks. I was still grabbing snippets of phrases that were catching my