Rajendra

30 | Married | Senior Engineer

Few years ago, I was the captain of my ship filled with confidence, a natural leader living in my own terms. As a child, I basked in the warmth of my family's love, and life was a breeze.

Then came marriage and the disruptive entry of Covid in 2019-2020. Suddenly, I found myself adrift, unable to take my personal decisions, low in my self-esteem. My happy joint family turned into a battleground with mental disaster & fight in thoughts, and I was caught in the crossfire. As days went, I spiralled into depression, anxiety started hitting me, and my self-esteem plummeted. The future looked bleak, and my marriage teetered on the brink of collapse.

In the darkest hours, I gained the courage to confide in my father, fearing his judgment. To my surprise, he not only listened but understood. Recognizing the gravity of the situation, he guided me to a path of healing. Together, we sought the help of a compassionate psychiatrist who became my navigator in the storm.

In a world where mental health is often shrouded in taboo, my father's empathy and support were a lifeline. Through meditation, writing, coding, and the wisdom found in spiritual books, I gradually regained my composure and began making positive choices. Today, I stand in the light of a renewed relationship, capable of steering my own course.

The lesson learned? Patience is a virtue. Just like a fine biryani, good things take time—rushing leads to disappointment. It turns out, we don't need instant noodles; we crave the richness and depth of a fulfilling life.

 Have taken therapy.