An Open Letter

Dear Depression and Anxiety,

You’ve been loyal to me all these years, stuck by my side, broke me into a

million pieces and made me weak from within, that I started questioning my

existence. But let me tell you one thing today, from the day you left me on

my own, it has turned out to be marvelous.

From being the person who stayed awake the whole night overthinking

about her own self, to being proud and taking stand for the things that are

fair, we have come a long way. I vaguely remember, back in my school days,

when my classmates bullied me about the way I looked, when going to a

therapist meant that I’m mentally unstable, where I was reminded how to

dress, sit and walk, and not raise my voice to some high decibel. I cried for

hours when lights were turned off, but now those days are gone where I felt

tormented by darkness, where I was trapped, not by any human being but my

own grief and pain.

Sometimes, I’m left alone to think, to repent on my actions, to let that harsh

reality sink in, and shatter me down like those pieces of glass. But I want to

say a thank you to you two, though you turned my inner self upside down,

but today I stand strong and bold enough to face all that comes my way.

Though I was in deep misery of my own self, but now I can sense the real

meaning of being free, free from endless rants, crying and complaining to

myself.

I can feel the positive energy around me when I work, and nothing can let

me down or put me back in that place where I resided before, trapped. Letting

go is the best therapy, but letting yourself fly in an expressive way can lead to

a new beginning of being free. So, it’s time for us to say adieu for the rest of

our lives.

From,

The mind who went through agony.

- Rachel Fernandes, SYBSc