“You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and darn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.” ~Elizabeth Taylor
Most of us will experience hard choices, stressful events, and difficult situations that will impact us in one way or another for the rest of our lives.
Hard times happen. They teach us lessons, make us stronger, and give us a deeper sense of self. After all, would sitting in the sun mean as much if you hadn’t of experienced the storm first?
Now with my story or how am I starting my journey here is because of this heartbreak. I've always been a shy, awkward girl. I feared change, getting close to anyone other than my own family, always keeping my head down and doing what I was supposed to do now I'm going to be 19 and I have no idea where I'm going. I was bullied in my childhood quite alot actually. That made me the tough cookie. I started standing up to those bullies and soon after they stopped bothering me. I finished my school in 2017 started my college. I thought I should start mingling up with people as I'm always so shy around them so I joined Twitter I made some really good friends there and it somewhat helped me in coming out of my shell. Met this super cute mentally mature guy but unfortunately he was from a different city, well things didn't work out and here I am stressing over and getting completely heartbroken once again. We all are heartbroken over things we can't have, things that might not be good for us. But sometimes The heart want what it wants.
So with me depressed for straight three days I had nothing to do but to cry over someone who probably doesn't give a fuck about me. I tried everything to avoid thinking about him and that's where we go wrong girls. Trust me IF YOU WANT TO GET OVER SOMEONE DON'T TRY TO AVOID THINKING ABOUT THEM trust me it's no good as I've tried that and every time I've failed miserably. So sitting there on my messy bed I thought that either I could continue with my crying session or I could actually talk about the things that I'm struggling with. In our Desi household we don't talk about these stuff, specially if it has anything to do with mental health or mental illness you're just shushed away. We push it out of our minds that we could actually need help from someone else. Its just a slap on our so called ego. The urge to suffer alone, in silence and hoping that things would work out. But the truth is that nothing could ever workout on its own. We have to talk, to listen, to understand that first. And our Desi family is just not ready for that.
This blogging journey is my fresh start, I'd talk about the things that has happened to me, things that I want to do in future, our flaws, our failures, we will be discussing about mental health more openly in my upcoming blogs , or any other topics that is going on current affair because one thing I know that I've started this and we're never going back in the past. Because whatever happens in life WE MOVE FORWARD,STILL
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