If anyone looked in on my life, they would think my life is like a movie. Hi I am Nisanth. And here’s my story of survival.
Survivor Series: Nisanth
It’s been about 3 years since my last and most serious breakdown, it brings an unexplainable emotion when I realise that I have come so far. Living with depression makes it much more difficult for me to do ordinary things… it’s too difficult even having a very ordinary life. It’s always tempting to shrug off the shroud of the label of a mentally unstable person, though the darkness and the train of thoughts keeps knocking on your door, begging to let them in. I am fortunate that I was able to step beyond the shadows and live in the light of a life free of any major depressive episode.
That doesn’t mean that there weren’t any of such episodes in my life which may have led to depression. There were a lot, probably much heavier than in the past. But I sailed through it . I attribute this to those continuous efforts on my part to learn more about myself and my coping mechanisms, and my desire to continue to make efforts to self-improve and learn new techniques for living well.
Survivor Series: Nisanth
I thought about penning down these few words on my personal challenges and triumphs, no matter how small they may seem to others, only because of the thought that it may help one or two souls who are clueless about what’s happening inside and around them. I am not sure whether I can call myself as a survivor; I am still fighting it. I am a person who will always need to keep this part of my life in check. I am only a few steps away from a depressive episode at any given moment, and that is just my reality.
My journey towards surviving and becoming a mentally fit person is ongoing. There is a temptation still to say, “I’ve arrived”. While I may want to dispose of my diagnosis at times and all that goes with it, I accept that it is part of my life experience. It is a real and true health risk that I am predisposed to and if I am not careful I could succumb to it again. As soon as I stop living like that is the reality, I put myself at much greater risk. The skeletons are in my closet and words with images on social media platforms. I always live with depression. The benefit of acknowledging this truth is much greater than any reward I would gain by claiming I no longer live with depression.
— Nisanth Sasi–
Comments (0)