It took a very sassy lass like Deepika Padukone to come out and say that I battled depression and anxiety. The avalanche of divorces which have hit our social fabric are a standing proof of the rising epidemic that we as a society face today.
Somewhere down the line the inability to make true marriage has been chalked out to rising selfishness . The ability to put somebody else before yourself is tough. Especially when you have never had to do so. The generation that precedes us have slogged their ass to give their children what they never had. Children enjoyed a cocooned environment of privilege
What went missing is a learning curve which kicked your ass and taught you to deal with it. Lekin Kabhi na Kabhi toh bada hona hai. There will be a day when you will have to take the plunge because your ass has become big and does not fit in the nest.
There is no option but to make another one and there starts the trauma of making a choice. From not having anything to lose you have shitloads and your brain does not know how to decide what to do.
It gets so overwhelming at times that life itself begins to feel worthless. Damn writing this itself is making me feel depressed.
Nobody tells you that growing up is about making choices and having the guts to stand with their consequences. That is where the first of fear raises its head. Everything seems unfair and so bloody tough. Nobody tells you what to do including your parents.
Marriage and kids the most basic of elements turn out to be monsters ready to eat you alive. Idhar khudh ke wande hai unka kya karu. Being alone seems to be its own hell. Nobody tells you growing old cant be done alone.
Itna dimag ka dhai hoga toh your brain is going to freeze. Depression is that freeze which refuses you the choice of making a informed choice. Not everybody can be selfish yaar and not everybody can be jackass with anger problems. Something is obviously wrong. The neighborhood psychologist is the easy answer which everybody seems to be blind to.
You rather swim in a world of pain, destroy your relationships, disintegrate your life rather than spend one hour with a man or woman who will give you the pill or gyaan to ease the pain much like your local doc who sorts your aches and pains which he mostly writes up to stress.
Somewhere down the line the inability to make true marriage has been chalked out to rising selfishness . The ability to put somebody else before yourself is tough. Especially when you have never had to do so. The generation that precedes us have slogged their ass to give their children what they never had. Children enjoyed a cocooned environment of privilege
What went missing is a learning curve which kicked your ass and taught you to deal with it. Lekin Kabhi na Kabhi toh bada hona hai. There will be a day when you will have to take the plunge because your ass has become big and does not fit in the nest.
There is no option but to make another one and there starts the trauma of making a choice. From not having anything to lose you have shitloads and your brain does not know how to decide what to do.
It gets so overwhelming at times that life itself begins to feel worthless. Damn writing this itself is making me feel depressed.
Nobody tells you that growing up is about making choices and having the guts to stand with their consequences. That is where the first of fear raises its head. Everything seems unfair and so bloody tough. Nobody tells you what to do including your parents.
Marriage and kids the most basic of elements turn out to be monsters ready to eat you alive. Idhar khudh ke wande hai unka kya karu. Being alone seems to be its own hell. Nobody tells you growing old cant be done alone.
Itna dimag ka dhai hoga toh your brain is going to freeze. Depression is that freeze which refuses you the choice of making a informed choice. Not everybody can be selfish yaar and not everybody can be jackass with anger problems. Something is obviously wrong. The neighborhood psychologist is the easy answer which everybody seems to be blind to.
You rather swim in a world of pain, destroy your relationships, disintegrate your life rather than spend one hour with a man or woman who will give you the pill or gyaan to ease the pain much like your local doc who sorts your aches and pains which he mostly writes up to stress.
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