I was twenty years old, sitting by a quiet pond, watching my fishing float bob gently on the water. It was a warm, still afternoon, the kind where time slows down, and you get lost in your thoughts. That day, I wasn’t just fishing—I was thinking about my future. I had...
I still remember my first day on Ward 4—back then called a psycho-geriatric ward, a term that sounds harsh today. The ward cared for elderly patients experiencing both physical and mental health challenges, many of whom had been there for years. That’s where I met...
