A Father’s prayer
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“A Father’s Prayer: From Darkness to Dawn”
I am a father. A man who never bowed to life’s adversities, even when they came one after another like unrelenting storms.
Born with a physical disability, I fought my battles in silence. I climbed the rungs of life with dignity, never asking for pity, always believing in hard work, honesty, and the strength God placed within me. But I never imagined the deepest wound of my life would come not from my own suffering—but from watching my daughter, my precious child, slowly lose herself in the shadows of bipolar disorder.
She never wanted to be stamped "bipolar." She longed to be free, to be like others, to be normal. And as a father, it tore my heart to see her struggle with that label, to see her refuse medicines that were once her lifeline—like Fluoxetine—because of the fears planted by social media and stigma.
The panic returned. Her once calm demeanor turned into sudden storms—waves of anxiety crashing into anger, shouts, and at times, unbearable violence. We had no choice. With trembling hands and a breaking heart, we admitted her to a hospital. One month passed. But no miracle happened. The doctors, despite their titles, failed to truly see her. She was just another patient to them, another chart. Their medicines missed the mark, and her suffering deepened.
We brought her home, defeated but not broken.
Then came a retired government doctor—calmer, wiser, more humane. He tried Aripiprazole, Olanzapine, Lurasidone. We hoped. We waited. But months dragged into a year. And still, her depression lingered. I, her father, became a man possessed—not with fear, but with purpose.
I spent 10 sleepless months scouring every corner of the internet, every video, every AI answer. I studied medical science like a desperate student, praying to understand what even seasoned doctors could not. I was not a psychiatrist—but I was a father. That was more than enough.
I prayed. Day and night, I cried out to the Almighty. “Please… please show me the way.” And He answered—not through a miracle in the sky, but through a product buried deep in a pharmaceutical list.
Olianz Plus—a simple name. A powerful combination of Olanzapine 5 mg and Fluoxetine 20 mg. Manufactured by Sun Pharmaceuticals.
With hesitation, with hope, we started it.
And the winds began to change.
She grew calmer. Her rage softened. The shouting stopped. Slowly… I saw the daughter I once knew return to me, piece by piece.
Now, I am 50% relieved. No, life isn’t perfect. The journey is not over. But for the first time in many years, I breathe a little easier. I thank God—not just for guiding me to a medicine, but for giving me the strength to endure, to search, to believe.
This is not just my story. It’s the story of every parent who refuses to give up. Every father who becomes a doctor in his own way. Every soul who chooses love over despair.
Yes, I have suffered. But I have also prayed, persevered, and protected the light in my daughter’s eyes. And for that, I am grateful.
– A Father Who Chose Hope Over Helplessness
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