I’m drowning more and more each day but maybe it’s because I don’t want to swim. I don’t feel like or have the energy to try and go up to the surface of the water. I’m losing breath. I don’t expect a sailor to come through and save me, because I feel like even if…
Author: Avni Verma
आईने में
आज फिर थोड़ा रोई,सिर्फ थोड़ा नहीं, बहुत।अपनी आखें धोयीऔर जाके खड़ी हो गयी आईने के सामनेमन में बहुत से सवाल थे।पर फिलहाल,अपने चेहरे से अश्क़ और पानी के बहाव को हटाय।अब सब कुछ वापस कैसे करूँ ?किसी को जानना, पहचानना,फिर वापस से भरोसा करना और दिल लगाना।कैसे करूँ मैं फिर से ?कैसे मनाऊ अपने मन…
बेखबर
Trigger warning- Anxiety, panic attacks एक आवाज़ है मन में अनसुनी सी, या शायद कोई दस्तक, कुछ कहना है, पर हूँ बेखबर, कुछ कर जाना है, पर नही है हिम्मत। कोई बेचैनी सी है, कुछ अजीब ख्याल, मन में बसे हैं। शांत हूँ, नज़र कहीं पर टिकी है, जैसे अलग हूँ वर्त्तमान से, किसी अलग…
Tamasha- from a psychological lens. Uploading an assignment I wrote for my psychology class because why not :)
In this piece, I’m going to talk about the psychosocial moratorium, identity crisis, social influences onidentity, and the role of parents in the identity formation of their ward.Coined by Erik H. Erikson, the psychosocial moratorium is a brief period during which peopleconsider what they want to do with their lives after which most of them…
Aditya from Jab we met
something made me revisit this movie and I’m thankful I did , it made my heart full and the sweet story got etched in my heart once again. It is one of the few stories where the individual chooses the other person . Aditya gave me a sense of belongingness . His silence even when…
Midnight migraines
Having a mental illness can make you feel guilty for having it. It can make you think: “Let me grab my laptop in the middle of the night to write this down”, because who knows when I’ll have enough energy or even a sound mind to think while writing. Having a mental illness can make…
In-the-middle-of-the-night thoughts
It’s 2 am right now. I suddenly get up with an increased heartbeat, as if my heart is pounding outside my chest. I sit up and start to wonder. Is all of this real? What if it isn’t? Have I grown in the past few years? Have I met all those people that I talk…