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2021 - A year we had unrealistically high hopes from, and why even not? What we went through in 2020 wasn't something conventional. But sadly, 2021 didn't align exactly with our expectations. There was just too much loss to deal with, loss of lives, loss of sanity, loss of hope.  The first half of the year was incredibly tough on me. And I won't say the second half of it was easy, but since the first half didn't exactly kill me, it did make me stronger. Apart from the loss, there were also a lot of changes to endure this year. And for a person constantly struggling with anxiety, it is hard to welcome change, be it a good or a bad change. It anyway takes me a substantial amount of time to adjust to the situation firsthand. So, it's just impossible to make mellow with anything that happens out of the ordinary.  In 2021, we were not only carrying the heavy as hell baggage from 2020, but we also had to go back to our pre-covid lives, the lives we were initially so eager

Ever since I can remember, the motto of my life has consistently been not to take anyone's crap. In whatever I do, howsoever I do, this has been my process all along. While growing up, I have seen a lot of abuse around the world, physical, emotional, verbal, all. And I would think to myself, why would people put up with something like that? What could be a compulsion that drives you to such a point?  I would pledge to myself that I'll never let someone put me through something like that because what could possibly be more important than self-respect. But I did. Time and again, I let people put me through the worse than I had witnessed. It was astonishing for me to spectate the kind of control you, let people have over you like you stop being in charge and give the command of your life to someone else. It's like falling in a black hole making out of which alive seems preposterous. I have been such a giver all my life, the situation no bar that at a point I literally gave up

I came across this very Instagram-y quote years ago. It said - the people who break you are not the ones putting you back together. The forgive and forget in me was personally outraged by this. The number of times I have let people back in my life who did not deserve to is honestly offensive to a person with even a tiny fragment of self-respect.   But I was always of the view that there are certain decisions you make When you are furious at things, When you cannot see the light, When you are not high on hope, When there is nothing left to fight for,  When all you end up with is nothing but a few shattered pieces of your heart. However, in the above-listed situations, your ability to think clearly is compromised. Given some time, you clear your head and try reconsidering your decisions. Honestly, there’s no harm in doing that. Anyway, who wants to lose on the best things in life because of some moments of hot-temper. Times changed, trauma heightened up, I wisened up and eventually under

In a world where voicing your opinions is still distasteful, I am here expressing them as often as I can. I am definitely NOT A WOMAN OF A FEW WORDS! Believe it or not, I am a woman of A LOT of words, all the words I know to be fair!  Communication is the key, lock, room, premise, as a matter of fact, an entire universe for me. From all my little life experiences to the situations I’ve been stuck in, communication has always been my way out. And for the ones I could not find a way out, I choose to believe that effective communication would have changed that.  We are out here, trying to thrive in the world that finds opinions offensive and standing up for yourself disrespectful. But you still gotta put it on the table. As long as you are not going all out, loud, clear and precise about what you freaking think and what you freaking want, how do you even expect people to give that to you or stop giving it to you! You are hurting, you speak; you are sad, you share; you are worried, you add