Suicide claimed every man in my family, Until the curse was broken through me

 

My name is Denis, and I’m 27 years old. For a long time, I lived in darkness that no one around me could see. On the outside, I looked fine, I’d laugh, hang out with friends, and post happy photos online. But deep inside, I was empty. Completely broken.

It started when I lost my job in Nairobi two years ago. I had worked so hard to get that position, only for the company to close during the pandemic. Within months, I was back home with nothing but disappointment. I couldn’t help my parents, I couldn’t pay rent, and every plan I tried failed. Slowly, I sank into depression.

At first, I thought it was just stress. But then, the thoughts began. Those dangerous whispers telling me “you’re useless… you’ll never make it… everyone would be better off without you.” It was like a voice in my head that never stopped.

I tried praying, talking to friends, even pretending to be fine but nothing worked. Some days I couldn’t even get out of bed. Nights were worse; I’d lie awake, staring at the ceiling, fighting with my mind. I felt something beyond just sadness like a heavy shadow was pressing down on me.

What scared me most was realizing that it ran in the family. My uncle had taken his own life years ago. My grandfather had struggled with the same dark thoughts. That’s when it hit me maybe this wasn’t just mental. Maybe it was something spiritual following our bloodline.

One night, as I scrolled on my phone, I came across a story of someone who had gone through a similar battle and found help from Dr. Bokko, a traditional spiritual healer known for breaking generational bondage and restoring peace of mind. Something in me clicked. I decided to reach out. to read more click here