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The so called problem every teenager faces, “Depression ” and “Anxiety ”.
I had never fully understood the gravity of despair until I experienced it firsthand. It wasn't a sudden onset but rather a creeping sensation that grew over months, like a dark cloud slowly overshadowing the sun. My journey through anxiety and depression was not a solitary one; it was a labyrinth I navigated with the support of others and, most importantly, with a slow but transformative change within myself.
By Prathamesh Kedar2 years ago in Confessions
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks How I wish life were filled with glory and love, tales of how we succeed in every aspect of our life, emerging victorious in battles filled with animosity and sadness. Every mortal being experiences seasons of rise and fall, of light and dark, of pain and purpose, and defeat and victory.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
The Digital Divide: Bridging Gaps in the Information Age
The digital divide refers to the gap between individuals and communities who have access to and can effectively use digital technologies and those who do not. As technology increasingly permeates all aspects of life, from education and employment to healthcare and social interaction, bridging this divide has become crucial for ensuring equitable opportunities and addressing systemic inequalities. This article explores the dimensions of the digital divide, its impact on various sectors, and strategies for closing the gap.
By Yusuf Ismail2 years ago in Confessions
Family unity in shambles
I had hoped that I could get along with my relatives, that we could work together on some amazing projects and build each other up into wealth. I’ve always been in admiration of other tribes who seem to get along with each other quite well and are able to accomplish a lot both collectively and individually. Despite any sort of feelings they might have with each other, they always find a way to pull through because they understand the bigger picture.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
The Warm Hug to Myself on My Recent Accomplishment
The Warm Hug to Myself on My Recent Accomplishment Whenever you find yourself talking negatively to yourself or judging or shaming yourself for something you have done wrong maybe today, or in your past, think about saying those harsh words to the younger version of you. How atrocious of you would it be to talk to your inner child like that, of telling the most disdainful of phrases that would never leave your mouth for the people you love? We live in a world where it is normalized to treat yourself with grit and harshness and to be hard on yourself because guess what we live in a hustling world where everybody charges with lightning speed towards their goals and if you render yourself with steadiness and ease, we are losing the damn game of life.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
The Enchanted Bloom of Wonders
In a sun-kissed meadow, where wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, a curious boy named Kava wandered through the grass, his bright green eyes scanning the ground for hidden treasures. His curly brown hair bounced with each step, and the warm sunlight danced across his face, illuminating his infectious smile. Kava loved nothing more than exploring the outdoors, discovering secrets that lay just beyond the edge of everyday sight. As he made his way deeper into the meadow, he stumbled upon a hidden path he had never seen before – a path that seemed to whisper his name.
By Maya2 years ago in Confessions
An open letter to the ones who are scared of how they might be perceived
An open letter to the ones who are scared of how they might be perceived. What if people think I am too weird or ecstatic to be around as a person? What if others think I am too much, too much passion, too many emotions, too strong, too opinionated, and not a cool person to hang out with? I wish I could say that I haven't said that, I am oblivious to feeling insecure, bothered or sabotaging my self-belief from time to time. But truth be told, it is only humane of me to be concerned about how I might be perceived in the minds of others. If you relate to this, I am writing this letter to you, my imperfect fellow being. In the most vulnerable and painstaking way, we all are not immune to the negativity and limiting beliefs of ourselves and others.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
The Warm Embrace of Self-Acceptance
The Warm Embrace of Self-Acceptance It takes years to build your trust but it takes a moment, a simple rustle of words through the air, a singular action that dwindles the faith we have in someone. Life has always had its flair of shedding and unwavering our realities with the ones we need to embrace, of robbing us of the sturdy land of certainty and plopping us into the ocean of the unknown, stumbling us into the blatant truth of existential being, making us learning the lessons the hard way.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
On survival.
On survival. The question of existence still haunts me in the silence of the stillness that loneliness brings with it. To be or not to be, to exist in the coexistence of dualistic forces, to dance with the uncertainty or to play it along the periphery, what I hold certain, has always questioned me, bemoaned me. Truth be told, I beheld the cry for help when its absence called in silent whispers around the blanket of dwelling and absconded its abundant presence over me. There is a painting that traces the bits of serenity in my life, the colors that adorn the hues of the almighty run deep through the veins of my soul to find the brevity of pain. I glance at the picture of Lord Krishna, reminiscing the days that passed by. Darkness sets its sterility in the brimming light of today, as the dawn of today paints itself in the colours of the dusk of yesterday.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
Querencia- The place where I draw my strength.
Querencia- The place where I draw my strength. To be or not to be, to thrive or just be merely alive to survive, is a question I have often pondered upon. What does being alive mean? Does it mean extrapolating in the exteriors of materialistic drawls, of forging in an existence that is concealed with the perfectionism of having it all?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
confession
Sometimes I really wanna run away and start over and just not tell anyone. I love my husband. I do. I love my in laws, I love my life. Or at least I loved it. When my husband started developing a social media addiction, it turned into him secretly snap chatting random women. As someone who wanted marriage to be the one safe thing I’ve had in my life, This hit so hard. Honestly? It feels like after we got married he felt like he could stop trying. It’s so hard on my spirit. I have poured myself into him and worked so hard to build the life I’m living. But I had dreams too. I was a girl once. who only had to be young and pretty. I have always been obsessed with geology,i have begged him to go rock hounding with me a million times. Nope. Singing is another passion of mine and has been a big part of my life. I’ll listen to him talk about guitar for hours but when I start up about singing, he often gets distracted and trails off into a different subject. In a lot of ways I feel invisible in my own marriage/life. I have no family. nobody who cares. I often fantasize about running away to a different country or somewhere across the states, and just healing. I am chronically ill though and my husband pays most of the bills so it’s not really in the cards for me until I get some money stacked. For now it’s just a fantasy. Just wanted to get that off my chest. I feel so wound up all the time.
By sagar dhital2 years ago in Confessions
