Found words: Poetry from the news

I am listening as I write this, expanding, willing to life. Time, offering her space, shows what’s important but I am guilty of platitudes and cover downs.The effort to mirror with respect is the sensitivity of art, to perceive the world through layered ways, to balance relevance and wonder, in recognized resilient realising.Disappear to find…

Future thinking, forward looking.

By Priya Tamma, 28/8/2019 I have been part of this collective since the beginning. What started as a concern for mental health issues in academia, my interest has since then expanded to understanding how we talk about mental health and how we create support structures for ourselves. For most of us, mental health and wellbeing…

Noah – The Mind Reader

It’s been over four fuckin’ years of restlessness. Aching restlessness. But it’s also meant four years of a living, breathing, meaningful  existence.   Noah is the dog I adopted from a shelter, at a time when I was as broken as he was. He greets me the same way each day. Bushy tail swinging side to…

Meet Rachel – a horse with two names

Rachel David is a practicing mental health counselor, interested in gender, sexuality and cross cultural perspectives. During her masters studies, she specialized in industrial psychology and counselling and is interested in creating safe spaces in and around herself. Rachel taught at Mount Carmel College, Bangalore, before she moved to Dehra Dun where she currently lives (and hibernates).  I…

Black Marker Expulsions

I don’t have too much to say for these sketches, except they are a form of catharsis. This particular type of black marker thing seems to ‘happen’ when I can’t find a way to express myself in the way that I’d like to in words. I’ve learned to stop and take a moment. These are…

Mindscapes

Often, words feel inadequate, or too conclusive, to express the range and depth of my emotional landscapes. I suppose that’s why the dark horse is nameless. Life right now feels like coming awake from a bad dream and realizing it was all a terrible joke I played on myself. There’s been a lot to process and I need to make use of every possible technique in my expanding toolkit in order to hold a clear enough view to make it through a day.

Sleeping my way through it….

Sleep is the only thing on my mind these days. I have skipped work, and instead slept this whole week. My room seems like a prison at these times. The only consolation is Noah is sleeping too, close by. Sleeping through my days is for me an almost certain indication that I’m falling into a…

Meanderings of a ‘seemingly-normal-not-so-dark’ depression

It’s been more than a few weeks of being stuck in this limbo, this stupor of being unable to run, read, write, work, think. To think. Not the superficial way that will get me through the day. There’s tiredness too climbing up the flight of stairs, which was not apparent earlier. Stuffing myself with far…

My Depression and Yours: Coping with Kindness

(Guest-post by crickhollow@gmail.com. Re-post) Onward, Though Your Feet Be Stumbling ~ Anonymous I am healing. It has been three years of self-destroying, painful despair. Three years of terrifying mood-swings, endless panic attacks, contemplations of suicide, and deep, deep hopelessness and loneliness. These three years have cost me everything I’ve worked hard for – all my…