A peg of anxiety

Anxiety is like your brain synapses are firing a million signals at the same time, asking you to finish the job you have been procrastinating, analyzing what you said and did, revisiting painful memories, wondering where you are going in the future, thinking of some new projects or ideas, wondering what to make for lunch…

The Way Forward

I remember spending my days curled up on the couch, sobbing. Through my teary eyes, I would watch my 3 year old son jump around and play. He would try to talk to me in his adorable language and I wouldn’t hear a thing. I wanted to. I wanted to get up. Hug him, play…

1:45 a.m.

Living in the world with Covid-19 Don’t think I can survive this quarantine It’s 1:45 a.m. and I am writing This is me and my anxiety fighting I haven’t slept in a month and I am not fine I know it definitely is the sign Need to call my therapist and sort my scene But…

Thank You

I am not a poetess and I don’t pretend to be. Just another girl telling what she feels. That someone sitting on her couch, trying hard not to slouch. Thinking how far she’s come, and how life isn’t always about fun. We say thank you when everything goes good. And thank we definitely should. Thanks…

Living with anxiety

I can’t breathe. My heart’s pounding. I look up at my Fitbit and my heart rate looks like I am on the last sprint of my 5 Km run. But, I am sitting on my couch. Or bed. Or at a party. Watching a movie. With my friends. On a holiday. I want to cry….

Step Back

I have talked about depression  a lot of times.  I have talked about how it is to battle it day in and day out. The feelings one can’t explain and share (Julia Michaels puts it down accurately in “Anxiety”) . About how family and friends should help their loved ones dealing with it. Today, I…

The Silent One

Abuse. This word brings images of battered, bruised bodies. You think of physical abuse. You think of sexual abuse. It’s all over the place. Stories all over the news. Stories in our own lives. Somebody knows somebody who might have gone through it. But, rarely do you think of emotional abuse. There are no bruises…