Have you wondered how it feels to be someone who suffers from mild depression but the symptoms aren’t that deadly so nobody gives a shit?
Hold on, this isn’t any comparison or whatsoever. Every type of depression is equal and should be treated with utmost care and respect. This is NOT a competition.
I have good days and bad. Mostly good days, but the bad ones are bad enough to overshadow the good ones by a long shot. I live a pretty, good privileged life and I should be thankful for it (which I am) but that’s not the point. I don’t cry my eyes out or have trouble breathing at random, but I still “feel” like shit most of the time. A minor inconvenience fucks up my entire thought process and creates indescribable disruption. I fall into pieces which only I can assemble back. I hear everyone say, “I’m here for you if you want to talk.” ; so where do I begin? How do I explain a lifetime of battling with anxiety and “mild” depression? How do I possibly put aside the fear of getting judged while narrating my sob story to a society which constantly disappoints and puts down every human being? Be it shaming a 3 year old for what her mother made her wear or a global female icon for getting shot and making something out of her misery. And mind you, it’s not just my gender that throws me further into the deep, dark pit of depression. It’s much bigger than that.
I love how these supportive messages begin to pop up at the death of one famous entity. As soon as that fades away, so does the empathy for the dead person. It breaks my heart that people like me who are struggling every day, sometimes just to wake up and gather the energy to live a single day without overthinking, or without having to indulge in small talk, will have to keep on handling themselves because no matter what, nobody else can understand your pain like you do, nodbody gives a shit about you like you do. It’s borderline cynical but if you put some wise thoughts to it only you can save yourself, be your own best friend. The people around you, are all good just for casual encounters.
There’s an Indian flag on top of the building a few lanes near my school building. For 5 years, every day on my way to school, I’d stick my head out of the auto/bus and look at the flag. I was fascinated by the way it moved with the wind, the way it folded around the pole, the way it hung low in rain.
Over the years I started to notice a pattern. I realized that flag was an indicator of how my day would be. If the flag was waving away like a mad fool, I’d end up having a very happy day. If the flag didn’t move at all, I’d end up having a sad day. And way back then, a sad day meant not acing some English test (Yes, I was a nerd at that who was fascinated by English and Physics and wanted to become a nuclear scientist. Thank God that changed!) Sometimes, sad days also meant coming back to family drama which would break my heart and make me cry myself to sleep. And in sadness, I wouldn’t be able to study which would make me even sadder (I’m not kidding about the nerd bit). So you can imagine how much I dreaded the flag telling me it was going to be a sad day. But it helped, because I’d be prepared.
Even after my schooling, every time I passed by that building, I found myself looking up to see if I’d have a happy day or a sad day. Because sometimes, a windy day is all it took to heal a broken heart and to calm a confused mind.
Back then, I did not know happiness and sadness and everything in between is what we make of it. Now I know. But I still found myself looking at the flag sometimes. Not as often, but I still did until today when out of the blue I noticed there’s a whole new building that has covered the flag and has made it practically impossible for me to have a glance at it. So that’s the end, I suppose?
I’m sure this is the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard/read because by this theory, every windy day should be a happy day and every cold, rainy day should be a sad day. I won’t argue because it is hard to argue with logic. But I can tell you this from my 11 years of observation, the flag is never wrong!
And just in case you are wondering, today is a sad day. Or so says the flag or maybe it doesn’t, who knows?! =) Oh, I won’t blame you for thinking I’m cuckoo in the head! 😛
I woke up against my will to go to the bank the other day only to find out the bank was closed. On my way back, I decided to get a hot mocha to go. You can count on me to spill steaming hot mocha on my white tshirt just enough to burn my chest and expose my bra to the general public in broad daylight. You’d think something like that would embarrass me, but no. Instead I skipped a turn and walked through a garbage filled area. By the time I got home, I smelled of coffee and garbage.How in all these movies and TV series and advertisements, these people get their coffee to go and they look all cute and classy sipping on it while walking. Why has the world been lying to me? Why?
So I’ve been on a hot mocha drinking spree because it’s mocha and it’s winter. I compared the mocha at DiBella, Coffee Day and Starbucks price-wise and quality-wise aaand quantity-wise. Yes, I’ve been told I should get a life. Anyway, I did some quick mocha math (mochamatics, if you will) and I’ve come to the conclusion that Tapri wali coffee has the most “value for money and yummy in my tummy” hot mocha. Once again, you’re all welcome!
“Please, for the love of God please, remember that you never own another person. Whether they are your best friend or your significant other. They need the space that freedom allows, in order to breathe. If you keep a rope around their neck they will wither until they slip away from you, and you will still have lost them. Let them be fierce and majestic and go where the strings of their fate pull them. For the love of God remember human beings are complex. It takes years before you can truly see who someone is, down past their core. Don’t think you know them just because you see the way their soul affects their actions. There are infinite crevices and caverns deep inside of them that take many long journeys just to finally brush against, sometimes for them as much as you. Learn them gently. Slowly. You will never stop learning them.”