Depression
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Dear Diary, I struggle with my mind’s weakness. I keep falling into same old traps of temptations or involuntary worry patterns. I know they are all mind games and none of it is real. When it peaks, it’s hard to define where are the boundaries between real and fiction. There are times when I find…
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Find my pivot
Dear Diary, Weeks have passed and yet I find it hard to face the world. Does it happen that a seemingly small incident shakes you so much that it breaks all that you built? I tried taking leaves from work, hiding in my closet, retail therapy, meeting my loved ones (not talking about the incidence,…
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Take me away to a place, Far and wide. Where the mind is silent, And heart is full of glee. Where there is no self-doubt, Or worries of hurt. Where I can be, And set my soul free.
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What is it about travel? Your mind is dull. It is so full and tired. It is full yet devoid of any meaningful thoughts. It is bereft of the capability to make any decisions, of making any choices. Someone makes that decision for you and you’re sitting in your car, going out of the city.…
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The say life doesn’t give you second chances. They also say life is harsh and is a constant battle. I find the first adage kind of impossible to be true if second was true. What happens when you are unable to succeed? What happens when you wanted to get something, like a dream or a…
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Dear Diary, Can I say life has never been more indecisive for me . I would like to believe, rather I do believe, that something amazing is about to happen but it’s taking a little more time. But, what if I’m wrong? What if, this is the reality and it is to stay that way?…
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Dear Diary, I’m a city-girl. I’ve lived and loved the city for as long as I remember. Even when I visited my relatives (who lived in a town, instead of a city. Not really a village, so to speak), I enjoyed it only for a couple days, and that too for the yummy food and…
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Dear Diary, The heart cries but the eyes don’t. Not sure when I learnt this art. Or, perhaps the eyes have dried up. I remember, till my days of adolescence, I used to cry easy. Not like crying to the girly stuff like losing ear-rings, or anything, but I was very emotional. If I was…