By Esha Kode
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Since when has our productivity become linked with our physical and mental health? Society continues to teach the growing generation that hard work trumps everything. But on whose standards has that person fallen behind?
I never understood how reading words can truly change a person’s life in the same way that a film could. I’m glad that I finally understood that this is indeed possible – books can impact us in the most profound way and Untamed is one of those books.
By Neha Joshi
I am an amateur makeup artist. To me makeup is art, like painting a canvas. But I would like to ask you one question, would you be comfortable walking out right at this moment without your eyeliner?
I hit high school and everything just went upside down. Just one day not feeling like getting out of bed to having intrusive thoughts. Everything has different levels of severity, and at first I didn't realize how bad they were till I was actually following through with it. When I finally got to see a therapist I knew what I did before with the therapist was not going to work out. I went from therapist to another and another. I was not able to find the right approach.
By Anvitha Bommireddy
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For many, clicking that blue “Share” button on Instagram causes an increased heart rate, sweaty underarms, toxic thoughts, and a sore thumb from hovering over the button for too long. Putting this into writing sounds utterly stupid, but in the moment, posting on Instagram is a terrifying experience.
Sanjana Chekuri was the interviewer and Esha Kode was the interviewee.
By Esha Kode & Sanjana Chekuri
Esha Kode was the interviewer and Sanjana Chekuri was the interviewee.
In his speech he asks, “How many ghosts are gonna be around your bed when your time comes?” For many of us, our answer to that question is a lot. We have so many dreams that we want to fulfil, but we never set goals to get them done. As a result, “dreams without goals, will remain as dreams.”
By Sanjana Chekuri
As an egoistic early adolescent, I tried to convince my father about how I was absolutely right that it’s “so stupid” for someone to cry over something like that. I would occasionally glance over at my father, awaiting looks of validation that I was right, but unfortunately I never got that satisfaction; my dad remained silent as I continued ranting. After finishing my spiel several minutes later, I gave my father a long glare, trying to subliminally convey my anticipation for his response.
Don’t have kids if you’re not ready to value, enrich, trust, and protect them (especially from yourselves). Let me explain.
My hideout in my house is on my cold, hard, and speckled with hair bathroom floor. When both my parents and my brother go off to sleep, I would tip toe into my bathroom, lock the door, and arrange myself on the beat-up mat.
Almost a year ago, I had asked my dad if I could see a therapist. He was skeptical at first and tried to question me as to why I asked for such a thing, as any concerned parent would ask. After a thirty-minute straightforward conversation about my need for a therapist, he agreed.
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I knew many of the patients here were battling some mental illness, and most were suicidal; however, I did not truly understand the extent of what these individuals were going through until after witnessing this event.
That day, I watched families beam with joy for the smallest things in life. I watched parents work to their limit to care for their families. I watched children treat education like it was a piece of valuable treasure as they hoped to one day bring their families out of poverty.
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My alarm continuously beeps until I am brought into my senses. As I slowly move my arm to switch off the alarm, I begin to feel the throbbing soreness across my body from the excessive dance classes all weekend long. I contemplate shutting my eyes and sleeping again but the curiosity for what the day holds energizes me.