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  Why “I’m Fine” Can Become a Habit Sometimes “I’m fine” isn’t an answer. It’s a habit we learn to use when we don’t know what else to say. “How are you?” “I’m fine.” It’s one of the most automatic conversations we have. We say it when we’re tired. We say it when we’re overwhelmed. We say it when something is bothering us but we don’t have the words to explain it. And sometimes, we say it because we simply don’t want to be asked another question. There is nothing wrong with saying “I’m fine.” Sometimes you genuinely are. But when “I’m fine” becomes your automatic response even when you aren't feeling okay , it may be worth pausing and asking yourself why. When “I’m fine” becomes your emotional shield For many people, hiding difficult emotions can become a learned response. Maybe you grew up believing you had to be strong. Maybe you didn't want to worry your family. Maybe you felt that your problems weren't “big enough” to deserve attention. Maybe every time ...

  CLAIM YOURSELF AGAIN! There are days when you are present everywhere, except with yourself. You wake up and the day begins before you are ready. Someone needs breakfast. Someone needs an answer. There is a message to reply to, a task waiting, a room to clean, a deadline to meet, a family member to care for. And slowly, without even realizing it, you disappear from your own life . You are still doing everything. Still smiling. Still saying, “I’m okay.” But somewhere inside, you know you are tired in a way that sleep alone cannot fix. Sometimes the answer is not to become stronger. Sometimes you simply need to claim yourself again . Not the perfect version of you. Not the productive version. Not the version everybody expects. Just you . When Everything Feels Too Much When the mind becomes overloaded, even small things can feel heavy. You may feel irritated without knowing why. You may want silence but feel guilty for wanting it. You may sit among people you love and still feel stra...

How do you treat someone who recently got fractured or injured or burnt? That's right....with utmost care and right kind of medical help. Physical injuries like this are much easier to notice while it's not true for injuries our soul has. We live in a society where we feel so connected yet so disconnected.  The social networking sites makes you believe that everyone on your friend list is available to you....at least if they are ONLINE. However the truth is out.... the very moment you actually need someone to hug or cuddle. They say the world is on their palms while they cannot touch anything with their finger tip except their screens. People are more lonely, more depressed and more unhappy in real and it becomes hard to recognize a person with depression.  This person can be anyone....your partner, parent, child, colleague, neighbor or a close friend.  The person you hang out with every week...the person who passes a smile to you in office every single day....the person ...

  He  was 34, ambitious, introvert, entrepreneur, talented....depressed. Yes I'm talking about Sushant Singh Rajput, who was found dead in his Mumbai flat on the unfateful morning of June 14, 2020. It has been a year when this unfateful incident took place. The mystery is still unresolved after a year of investigation. The social media was flooded with rumors/stories related to his sudden death and sky rocketed their TRPs. This was as difficult for anyone else as his family to digest the fact that he could take his own life....what made him do so if he did??? There are thousands of teenagers in our country who are forced to do engineer because engineering seems to be the only respectful degree which will earn you a good rapport and a filthy rich in laws if you are a boy....forget about the job. Many Indian parents does not help their kids to realize their passion and they sabotage their dreams much before they start to germinate.  Sushant was an intellectual person who ha...

A letter to my dead classmate...the very reason why I created this blog and my fb page asksonia9081 .  I lost my classmate to depression few years ago. We stayed in the same hostel on the same floor. We belonged to the same city and  shared same first name too. She had also given me a special name ....sizzling sonia while hosting a freshers party. She was chirpy, well mannered and came from a good family. Her parents were doctors. What I repent most today is why i didn't notice her depression.  Why didn't I try to speak to her. Why we were just classmates and nothing beyond that. With this letter, I pay my deepest tribute to her...May she rest in peace! Dear Sonia,  I hope you are doing good in the other world! I pray to God to keep you close and strengthen your soul.  After your death, things didn't change much. We all finished our exams and degree however with little low grades as some of us were devastated by your death.  I have no news about your paren...