I’ve kept so much to myself since the last three years. That was never me, I always loved to share myself with other people. Things changed though and i became very silent but now i feel the need to speak up. I come from a society where it is not acceptable to have mental disorders. So it was very hard for me to accept when I got my diagnosis. I’ve learned though that I cannot change who I am and just because of my diagnosis I don’t deserve love or happiness. There was a time when i had convinced myself of that. That I didn’t deserve to be part of the general community because I wasn’t normal. I was an outcast. That nobody deserved to be inflicted by my existence. Like I was the plague itself.
The Girl with the Many Tattoos
The greatest thing about depression is that it makes you feel that things can never be any other way. The hopelessness is so profound, no amount of external coercion can reason it away. I used to feel such a lack of control during my depressive state that I turned to the only thing I felt like gave me some control. I started self-harming. This is a story about how I managed to fight that impulse and did not allow my depression to overwhelm me.
Tips for Longer, Healthier Hair
I'm someone who is very conscious about my hair. It's my shining glory but that didn't just come to be because I had the genes for good hair. No, no, no—I take exceptional care of my hair and here are some tips and tricks I've learned over the years that could help you get that beautiful head of hair you've always wanted. All the tips I'm going to share here have been tried and tested by not only me but by many people who I recommended these to. They, like me, swear by them.