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...

Climbing Through the Tunnel: My Journey in a Medical Coaching Institute

As coaching becomes a trend in India, thousands of students are getting themselves enrolled in coaching institutes. However, with that, comes a stream of psychosocial problems that have been consistently ignored. These institutes tend to handpick a few 'intelligent' students, create a...

Alzheimer’s, Amma and I

One November day, Amma locked the house and went out. There was nothing strange in this as this was something that she did often. An independent woman like she had been, Amma was used to managing home and her professional world for...

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...

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...

When you’re very, very tired, you can’t throw your tired away

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This essay is written by Urvashi Bahuguna and was originally published on Skin Stories here. ‘Why do I always hear you saying you’re tired?’ asks my mother. Trace the word tired back to its roots and you will discover it...

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...

Jade

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One of my kindergarten classmates is a middle-aged woman whom I will call Jade. She presents a childlike quirkiness that goes back to the dawn of my memory. This often extends to disruptive actions, like refusing to pay her bills for...

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?

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...