It is 11:30 PM. You are exhausted. Your body is heavy. You turn off the lights, pull up the blanket, and close your eyes. And then, ping. Your brain wakes up. Suddenly, it is 2 AM. You are wide awake, staring at the fan spinning above you, trapped in a loop of “What Ifs.” In…
It usually happens out of nowhere. You are sitting in a conference room, listening to a presentation. Or maybe you are just staring at an Excel sheet. Suddenly, the room feels hot. Your heart starts hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. Your hands go numb. You feel a terrifying wave of doom wash…
You wouldn’t let a surgeon operate on your heart just because they have a nice Instagram bio, right? You would check their degree. You would check their hospital affiliation. Yet, when it comes to our minds—the most fragile part of us—we often lower our guard. In India, the mental health space is currently a bit…
Let’s talk about the elephant in the room. Money. You know you need help. You know talking to someone would save your marriage or your job. But then you hear rumors: “Bro, therapy costs ₹3000 per hour! Who has that kind of money?” And just like that, you close the browser tab. In India, we…
To the world, you are a machine. You are the one who arrives early. You are the one who organizes the family trips. Your boss loves you because you never miss a deadline. Your parents show you off to relatives as the “sorted” child. But if they could see inside your head, they would be…
The scene is familiar. You are sitting at the dining table. The TV is on. You have been rehearsing this sentence in your head for weeks. You finally say it: “Mummy, Papa… I think I need to see a psychologist.” And then, the explosion happens. If this sounds terrifying, I want you to know two…
It starts with a biodata. Then a photo. And then, suddenly, you are sitting in a coffee shop (or a drawing room with samosas), staring at a stranger, knowing that this person could be your roommate, partner, and family for the next 50 years. If your heart is racing just reading that, you are not…
In India, we grow up in what I call the “Open Door Culture.” Bedroom doors are rarely locked. Mothers walk in without knocking. Relatives ask about your salary and marriage plans within 5 minutes of meeting you. In our society, “Privacy” is often seen as “Secrecy,” and secrecy is seen as suspicious. So, it is…
We live in a country where “reaching the clinic” is a battle in itself. If you are in Bangalore, Mumbai, or Delhi, a 45-minute session might cost you three hours of travel. On the other hand, we also live in homes with thin walls. In a joint family, finding a quiet corner to cry without…
The hardest step in therapy isn’t the crying. It isn’t the payment. It is the moment you put your hand on the door handle of the clinic (or click “Join Meeting”) for the very first time. Your heart is pounding. What will I say? Will they judge me? Will they just stare at me silently…
