(Part 1/2) “Last year, I went cutting grass for the buffaloes. Vegetables, chickens, and now I rear buffaloes. That day while cutting grass, I had a fever. My body asked for medicine and I took some ordinary ones. But that night the fever did not subside. Because I am required in the fields and the animals needed me daily, I could not afford a fever. I had to get rid of it fast so I went to see a local doctor. After a few tests, I was told I had typhoid. I started taking meds. But it did not work. I became weak and I could not eat. I could walk no further than the corridor. My legs would shake and I had to hold something and sit down. And then when I saw blood in my stool, it got me worried. Was I going to die? What about my family? What about the animals? A few days went by and it got worse. Someone had to watch over me all night. I kept taking the medicines. Eventually, I recovered although it took a while for me to get back to work. But the ordeal made me think too much. I realized I had become depressed. From a healthy young man, I became like a kid. I was afraid most of the time. The fear was worse than the fear of death I had during the fever. My body would tremble, my lips would quiver and my heartbeat became irregular. I would feel restless all the time and could not catch enough air to breathe. I did not know how to express what I was going through to my family. It made me think. Especially about my mother. She also spoke of heartaches, palpitations, and fear and was mostly dismissed in the household. She spoke of the stress she had in her mind. Did I had what mother had? Did we share the same ailment? What about Father? Did he also drink and smoke excessively due to stress and loneliness?”  
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