The Road To Recovery

My previous piece, Impatience or Patience, was well received, and I received a few responses. Some found it inspiring and motivating, and one of the comments suggested I write about anger management. I know very little about the issue, so reading and writing about it would be unethical. Because it will be a copy and not the original. Yes, I can write about fury because in movies, when the protagonist becomes angry, a lion's scream is heard in the background; he grabs his fist, his eyes turn bright red, and his entire body quivers to control his rage

To become angry is to punish ourselves for the mistakes of others. If you are furious for an extended period, you must remind yourself that if you are upset, you must maintain a frown and not smile, not speak to anyone, remain rigid, and not relax. Who wants to stay like this, not smiling or relaxing? I think not many! Only an idiot would not want to laugh and have fun. This reminds me of the lonely Shyamsundar and his fits of rage. His rage destroyed his life. He had fought up a classmate over a trivial matter while in school. When similar occurrences grew common, his pals began to avoid him, and Shyamsundar eventually lost all of his friends. He gradually slipped into bad company. His parents had given up on him.

They were never allowed to give him parental advice or reprimand him. No one wanted to befriend such an ill-tempered person, so his fury became his lone companion. He married, but his wife left him after a year. He was frequently fired from his job, and he was always on the lookout for a few. He gradually got lonely and depressed. His rage would be right on the tip of his nose. He would explode like a bomb at the slightest stimulus and beat up everybody in his path. 

He's been trying to control his fury and change his ways lately, but his life has become increasingly chaotic. His wrath would cause him to lose control and become aggressive. He's fiddling with his shirt collar today as he waits for his appointment at the psychotherapist's chamber. He recalls every element of his life in his tale to the therapist. He is becoming more conscious of his mistakes and how they have impacted his life.

Along with counseling and self-awareness, he will gradually grasp what his bad temper has done to him and why he has to do better. Now the only question is how he will deal with his rage. The psychotherapist suggested he take up sports such as judo or karate to help him express his rage. Meditation will help him control his rage and remain calm. Shyamsundar is on the mend. His recuperation will be determined by how faithfully he follows the regime. The therapist also gave him music and colour therapy. I hope it works and Shyamsundar lives a happy life with his family and loved ones.

Depression..!!

For almost 8 years, I spent the majority of my waking hours on my phone. I was becoming both mentally and physically ill, but I was unaware of it at the time. I didn't have a lot of work to do. My housework consisted of nothing more than preparing food and maintaining cleanliness. After completing this in the morning, I had the rest of the day free. I scarcely had any friends because I was new to the city. I received no visitors, and I had nowhere to go. Going mall hopping was not a wise decision because setting up shop in a new location always meant being strapped for cash and going out meant spending money on unnecessary things.

Laziness came in gradually. Most of the time, I'd be asleep. I began to feel sleepy, and I was always sluggish. Fatigue began to set in. I couldn't get out of bed on time. Every day, I would drag myself out of bed, cook, and sleep. On some days, I would get up, feed the kids and my husband breakfast, and then go to bed after they left. This went on for two years. I had realised that I was not living a healthy lifestyle and that something was amiss with me. I was diagnosed with thyroiditis after a few blood tests and became active again after the medication was started. I was active in the sense that I had no choice. I was active in the sense that my sleep was no longer inconsistent, but I was severely addicted to my phone. As time passed, I began to make friends, but my social life was not active enough to entice me away from the comforts of my home. My thyroid was never within normal limits. It was always very high. In my heart, I always wanted I could have a job. And offers arrived, but my husband refused to accept them, claiming that my health would not allow it. I believed he was correct. I never imagined pushing my body's limitations. In the end, I made myself quite fragile, which made me unpleasant and snappy, and sadness crept in. I'd become agitated about trivial stuff and get anxiety attacks, which I blamed on my unpredictable eating habits. There were also times when I was sick with a headache for a few days. There would also be moments when I would cry for no apparent reason until my eyes swelled. My mood would change. I'd be happy one minute and depressed the next.

This sort of behaviour, or rather, my illness, has now started to affect my family. Frustration was settling in, and I started to feel worthless. Finally, I called up my family doctor and confided in her everything about how I was feeling. The very next day, my doctor came home with a psychoanalyst. The psychoanalyst, with her talk sessions, pulled me out of my depression. Today I feel as I have not felt in years. Previously, I would have the sensation that tiny worms were crawling inside my head. Today I feel fresh, renewed, and happy. I do not want to sleep, and I do not sit idle in my free time. I am no longer snappy or irritated. I feel worthy, and my life is a blessing. It was my psychoanalyst's idea that I should engage in some activity, so I started to write blogs to share my experience. I am thankful to my psychoanalyst for giving me a new life. I dedicate this blog to her. Thank you for reading. Please share your views and experiences in the comment section.