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The emotional wellbeing of a person is just as important as their physical health. Good mental health allows children and young people to develop the resilience to cope with whatever life throws at th...
We're looking at you patriarchy.
Mental illness is not caricature or melodrama.
I open my eyes. The room is brightly lit, bright enough to make me squint. I'm shivering. It has got le to do with the Delhi winter than it has to do with the thought of what I'm going to do next. I'...
"Depre ed" is a word that I earlier used so comfortably to expre my thoughts about simple things— "Oh! I'm so bored, it's depre ing" or "Continuous rains depre me." But January 2014, a month a...
It's easy to get lost in the beauty of Heidi Williams' yoga-inspired Instagram account ― but the images are also spreading an important me age about mental health. Williams started practicing yoga aft...
Perhaps his most candid interview yet.
A recent study claimed that for the first time that suicide was the leading cause of death among young Indian women (ages 15-49), overtaking deaths during childbirth. What’s important to realize here is that those who attempt suicide are not being “selfish” or “taking the easy way out”. They are mentally ill, and they do it to end their plight. They are going through a difficult time in their life. A person who went through a similar phase shared her story with us.
I have inherited a lot of my father's traits, both physically and emotionally. I have inherited his sense of guilt, fear and worthlessness; he has left me his legacy of depression. For the longest time, I couldn't imagine what my father must have gone through when he took the final step. But in a terrifying way these days, I somehow can. Earlier I judged him for taking his own life. Now I both sympathize and empathize. And that is scary. Yet, I fight…
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On a cold winter night in Delhi, I start to get dressed for a journey. I put on my panties, and hook my bra. Next, I put on my jeans, brush some dirt off them; after all, I don't want to come across as someone untidy. I wear my shirt and button it down. I look at myself in the mirror. Not too shabby, I think to myself... I take a brown envelope out of the drawer. Inside I find the strip of sleeping pills I had bought three nights back.
There was absolute darkness. I couldn't see anything, nothing, not even the place I was held captive in. I was miserable, I cried with all my heart, with all my might, desperately, frantically, for help, for someone to rescue me, save me, to set me free but my voice died down, was drowned , lost in the silence around me.