It’s only recently that I told my parents about someone I had been seeing for the past one year. And like every Indian parent ever gone berserk, mine gave a reaction no different. “But Ma whenever I am with him, I forget all my troubles. And..and he knows me so much better than you both possibly could!” I protested. “Also do you have any idea how difficult is it to find a good therapist in Mumbai without burning a hole in your pocket?”
Ever experienced a moment where your parents regarded childhood traumas and mental health as completely normal and not something to be pushed under the carpet? Yeah me neither. Not that my parents are the designated villains in the story (they’ll always say they never are), this incident made me think about countless others who went through similar confrontations everyday with self or others.
That’s when I decided to blog about my strange life (brutal bouts of mental illness and my attempt to get along via dark humor and everything else unhealthy) as the ultimate catharsis. So if you’re easily offended or are one of those losers who at any point may have told someone that it’s all in their head, you are in the wrong place. For the rest of you equally flummoxed ones, let there be light.