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Writer | Digital Evangelist | Mental Health Advocator
A writer by passion and a digital marketeer by profession. Sipping warm coffee, with a good book in my hand, and sitting by the balcony on a rainy afternoon, is my cocoon. I believe animals are better companions than humans. And a walk in a quiet forrest gives me solace. <br> <br> Say hi at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I came so close to ending my life, but thoughts of you kept me going.
28/01/2017 6:52 PM IST
I open my eyes. The room is brightly lit, bright enough to make me squint. I'm shivering. It has got less to do with the
12/10/2016 3:58 PM IST
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…
04/09/2016 1:07 PM IST
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.
07/07/2016 8:55 AM IST
My father, a hearty, strong, benevolent man had a bright future. Tall, handsome, well-spoken, he got married to my mother at the young age of 28, his infatuation developing into the desire to have a family. A year later, I was born. Together, the three of us resembled a happy, picture perfect family...
12/06/2016 8:21 AM IST
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