My family colluded to have me put in a mental health facility. This is the story of how I survived.

This essay was originally published on Skin Stories here. He is advancing towards me with a huge injection. In my peripheral vision, I am aware of a cage in the corner of the room, painted dark green. It...

The Mystery of My Missing Years

This one time I had gone to receive a vaccination for Hepatitis B. I was 8 years of age and the eldest in the doctor's waiting room. I was consoling my cousin and two other random kids while the doctor was administering...

At the worst time of my life, I found the warm embrace of an open book

This essay was originally published on Skin Stories here. Ever had moments in the past that, when you revisit today, make your muscles tighten and your heart race? Ones that feel heavy and overpowering even years later?

Shouldering Scars — by Manjiri Indurkar

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This post was originally published on Firstpost as Shouldering Scars: PTSD can Manifest in Mysterious Ways as this Author Found __ The sadness, said Van Gogh on hisdeathbed to whoever was listening,will last forever.*On both...

Obvious: A Personal Essay on Living with Schizophrenia

Editor’s Note: When Manishka first sent in her essay, our first response was to reject it as it mostly looks at her condition through the biomedical model. But as we engaged with her, we realised that all experiences matter. She is writing...

Quarantine Diaries: Coping with Childhood Trauma

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Blessings — it’s important to acknowledge and remember the blessings that surround us. In these challenging times, in times of forced quarantine and self-isolation, it is important to regard the comfort of a home. Being able to protect ourselves from COVID-19 is...

Finding the Light Through Poetry

In 2015, I did an unusual thing — I signed up for an MA in Creative Writing. Middle aged women, especially Indian ones, don’t suddenly get up and go to England to do another degree, but on a whim, I sent off...

Resisting the Violence of Common Sense — Kiran Grewal

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This article is written by Kiran Grewal as part of a series titled 'Confronting the Household' and was originally published on Feminist Review here. As the lockdown began I was overwhelmed by two emotional responses. The first, as...

Invisible Disabilities, Invisible Pain? Living with Bipolar Disorder and Fibromyalgia

Imagine this: You spend ten hours in bed struggling to fall asleep but still find no respite. You wake up tired and your body is aching all over. Your day has just begun and you already feel exhausted. It is difficult to...

The Anatomy of Lockdown Loneliness

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At the end of three months of lockdown, I found myself on my bed, unable to move. My body was functional but something prevented me from getting out of my bed. There seemed to be enough space, yet I could feel...