My quarter life crisis
Well, I’m 24. Two heartbreaks, multiple fights with
friends, a brush with depression, 3 psychologist sessions, a massive breach of
my trust and so many bad decisions later I find myself on a flight back to Delhi.
A flight back home. You must think this is going to be some teenage sob story
or another version of the mean girls. God knows we have so many of them. It is
not. Neither is it about overcoming hardships and difficulties in life. It’s
about what happens before the great uprising of the person.
I am at the lowest
point of my life. Like, kick me in the crotch spit on my neck low. Friends
reference people. Right about now. It’s pitch dark everywhere and I have to
figure my way out. There is nothing I am looking forward to. Okay well, there
might be one, I’m looking forward to swimming at my house. But other than that
there is nothing giving me any hope. Completely hopeless, friendless and
loveless I’m flying back home to pick up my pieces and be whole again.
You know what? It’s
not going to get any worse than this. This is the trough of the graph. There is
nowhere but up now.
There is one thing
about people in a situation like mine. We stop expecting. So I think anything
will be good enough from now end.
Now I have some time
on my hand. I’ll try to figure out who I am, without friends or my job. Just
plain and simple me. Let’s see how that goes.
In the words of
Hannah Gadsby, "There is nothing stronger than a broken woman who has
rebuilt herself".
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