Life seems to have lost its meaning. I am moving from one day to the next. Office work is a pain. Getting up is a pain. Eating is pain. Everything is, generally. The mornings are usually the worst. The dreadful feelings last up to almost 12:30 to 1 PM in the afternoon. Then things get a bit better. I am already on medication. But recovery has been slow. This is how it happens. I am not surprised. But it is heartbreaking, nonetheless. I look at my mother, she has so many dreams about me. Then I look at myself, contemplating the worst thoughts you can imagine. It hurts. Once the afternoon begins, things get a bit better. I feel like getting around a bit. And I do. I still don't feel like talking much. But walking from one room to another also feels like an accomplishment. There are many like me out there. Even those who don't know or don't understand what this is. If you have been feeling this way for days or weeks, this is not just you are feeling a bit low. You are depre
Time affects everything and everyone We all grow up. After college, friends go places, to different states and far away countries. You get less and less time. Some go for higher studies, again, in other states. Parents get older. Then friends start getting married. First it’s usually the girls. One by one, your crushes tie the knot. You dismiss it, you are still young. Then your guy friends start getting married too. Your circle shrinks. In the end you look around. All you are left with are ideological nutjobs, immature imbeciles, idealistic crazies, bohemian hippies, or other misfits. Do you really belong here? Okay, that was too harsh. But you think. You say to yourself, ‘ dil to baccha hai jee ’. Okay, fair enough. And then... Then, you see a growing pot belly. Something you always despised. Your dad had one (he still does). After taking a shower, you look at the mirror. You are losing hair. You search on Amazon for hair growing products - it is too much of a hassle. Hair transplan