At some point, i suddenly realised that I had never trusted my path. It had never occurred to me that I needed to let myself flow along the current of my life’s river. But now that I have, and it’s the most strange but soothing content feeling I’ve ever felt for a while.
September 10, 2017 • Vibhor Agrawal • 18 • Gurgaon
I have always used writing as a tool to lighten my mood, and always believed that my pen and paper were the only ones who would understand me. However, very recently, I shared this poem with a friend, to tell her how I felt. And the experience of sharing was very positive. She suggested that I share the poem with It’s Ok To Talk.
August 23, 2017 • Anonymous • 25 • Delhi
Coming out of my long term relationship felt like waking up from a long, long nap. I was disoriented and confused. I was constantly haunted by the idea that I would never find anyone else who loved me as he did… I knew I was going through depression, but I refused to go to a therapist, the stigma around seeking professional help was too much to deal with at that time. I sought my friends instead and even my family; I spoke to them every day. Even though they did not know the details of what I was going through, talking to them calmed me. My friends were the pillars of support I needed most at the time.
June 22, 2017 • Nandini Sen • 30 • New Delhi
Anxiety and depression are things that can never be expressed in words. It's a throbbing pain. It's when you are lying on the bed and half of your body is paralysed, you're thinking about how you just want to listen, get out, breathe and let it go but you can't because your body is not with you.
April 28, 2017 • Bhumika Mewati • 20
I have been living with depression and anxiety for almost 3 years now. But the first two years I didn’t know it. My body tried to tell me. But I was not listening.
April 4, 2017 • ANONYMOUS • New Delhi
Growing up, I was a fairly stocky kid, peaking at a level that can be called “fat but short of obese”. Therefore, it was quite a shock, for my friends to see me wither away to an alarming 48 kilograms during my fourth year in college. I was 21 years old, clinically depressed and in the middle of a full-blown meltdown.
April 4, 2017 • Aditya Mani Jha • New Delhi
While I eventually began realising that such acts were getting me nowhere, it didn’t relieve me of my depressive tendencies. I would often go through periods of intense emotion and existential dilemmas, wondering where my place was in an increasingly bleak world.
April 4, 2017 • Kabir David • New Delhi