The poet pens down her inner vicious conflict of letting go of herself or her life, whether it would be bloodshed or a peace treaty this time.
The poet decides to clean his room before moving out of his parents' house.
Trigger warning: This story contains mention of suicide ideation and self-harm tendencies.
I am learning to challenge that voice that tells me I am worthless. I am learning to have a dialogue with it, ask it questions, and look at it …
With an increase in cases of student depression and suicides, Indian universities' complete lack of focus on mental health is not just surprising, but scary.
Like old boyfriends, these two keep popping back into my life.