mental-health
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There is a version of me that wakes up before the world does. It usually shows up on Sundays. Without an alarm, without resistance, without that heaviness behind the eyes—I open them around 4:30 or 5:00 am. The air feels different. Quiet. Almost like life has paused just for a moment. My mind is clear,…
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There are moments in life that arrive quietly, without announcement, yet leave behind a deep and lasting echo. Yesterday was one such moment for me. I met a dear friend of mine—someone I deeply respect—not just for his professional achievements, but for the way he carries himself as a human being. I’ll call him KY.…
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At 45, I often feel like I have lived multiple emotional lifetimes within a single body. There have been years of fire—anger, ambition, restlessness. Years of fog—confusion, loneliness, overthinking. And then, surprisingly, phases of stillness, where everything feels quietly under control. For the longest time, I believed these emotional waves defined me. That I was…
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There is a certain silence that comes with age. Not the peaceful kind you find in temples or early mornings, but a quieter, heavier one—the kind that sits beside you and asks questions you avoided answering when life was louder. At forty-five, I have started noticing that silence more often. It comes to me in…
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Few months back, I attended a professional get-together. It was one of those evenings where everyone looked accomplished, conversations floated in clusters, and most of us were strangers politely navigating introductions. I stood there, holding my glass of wine, smiling at familiar strangers, feeling that subtle social hesitation we all feel when we don’t quite…
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I have waited for the right time more often than I can count. The right time to speak.The right time to reach out.The right time to say, this is how I feel about you. So many moments of my life were spent holding something precious inside me—something tender, fragile, and alive—because I was afraid that…
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I used to think ageing was about lines on the face, slower mornings, fewer nights out. Nobody told me that the real ageing happens quietly — inside the heart — in the way emotions soften, deepen, widen. Today, when I look back at the woman I was in my twenties and early thirties, I don’t…
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I never imagined that a tiny bulge between two vertebrae — L4 and L5 — would one day bring my entire life to a grinding halt. I had always been the woman who managed everything. Targets, operational work chaos, PhD research deadlines, client escalations, flights between cities, spiritual pilgrimages, friendships that needed holding, family expectations…
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The first time I noticed it was not in his words, but in his eyes. We were at a party — light music, over-enthusiastic laughter, clinking glasses to celebrate something unnamed. He was in his early fifties, casually dressed, carrying himself with the quiet compossure of a man who had learned how to survive decades…
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I don’t remember when my life stopped belonging to me. Maybe it happened the day I took my first corporate job.Maybe the day I got my first promotion.Or maybe the day I convinced myself that running was the only way to survive. In my adult life , every day morning started the same way—the alarm…
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