Friday, February 20, 2015

Mental Health Awareness- Questions answered #1000Speak

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Today is February 20th, when over a thousand bloggers are simultaneously posting on a topic of their choice with a common theme of compassion. The idea is the brainchild of Yvonne Spence who asked:


How cool would it be if we could get 1000 bloggers on the same day to write posts about compassion, kindness, support, caring for others, non-judgement etc.?We could call it 1000 Voices For Compassion.Who’s in?
Well, we have well over a 1000 voices doing this today! I am thrilled to be a voice among thousand others.


It is my pleasure and privilege to host notable blogger, communications consultant and my dear friend, Suman Bolar, to answer questions on the myths and facts surrounding mental illness.

Suman Bolar

Monday, February 16, 2015

Raising our voices: The right way #1000Speak

Yelling less is something I have been practising very consciously for over a year and a half now.

Although I have faltered, stumbled, picked myself up, fallen again and repeated that process, what I have come to understand is that everything has its place in the overall structure of our lives.

If it weren't for my Yelling Less challenge, I would never have gotten back into blogging with a renewed energy and enthusiasm that I find today. If it hadn't been for my willingness to finally speak about my Depression and Bipolar struggle, I would have hardly known the far-reaching impact that a post like that can have on people all over the world!

It seemed very opportune then that almost instinctively, I signed up for the 1000 Voices for Compassion project. Read this post to know all about it!

The overwhelming response to my Depression Post motivated me to think about what I should truly focus on as my topic for the 20th of February. 




Torn as I was between celebrating the milestones in my personal Yelling Less journey versus enabling more people to learn and value the importance of Mental Illness, I chose the latter.

Why, you ask?

Because these are all the stories that we need to tell. Every single voice raised in unity can take us that one step closer to a positive energy , designed to help the world.

So, as ironic as it seems, on the 20th of February and every time I can, I shall be raising my voice: not to yell at my frustrations, but to bring awareness, any way I can, to the stigma and pain that surrounds Mental Illness.

We all need compassion in our lives. A little more never hurt anyone.

Watch this space on the 20th of February for a very special Q and A session I will be hosting, on the subject of Mental Health. My only request is that you share that post as much as you can so it gets the attention of everyone who either fights Mental Illness as a victim or as a caregiver. It will also help dispel the myths and taboos surrounding the issue and hopefully, encourage more people to share their stories.

Let's do our bit to add to the Happiness and Kindness quotient in this world.

You can also follow the hashtag on Twitter : #1000Speak


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Monday, February 9, 2015

Choose your weapons- Words or (S)words?


"She called me a donkey!" 

Tears streaming down her face, Gy threw herself into my arms one evening after playing with her friends. While I was taken aback by the outburst of emotion, I could understand the sadness that must have hit her when a close friend chose to offload her anger by labeling her an animal of the stubborn and mulish variety.

As I was trying to find the words to console her, she looked at me and continued, 'You should be upset too, since that means you are a donkey as well.'

Now I was faced with logic and anger melding together to throw me off the axis, but I merely stroked her hair, wiped her tears and replied, "Well, let's see what we can do about that." Turning to trusty friend, Google Images, we typed in 'Cute baby donkeys' in the search bar. Since we agreed that mom and daughter both belong to the species (temporarily) I found this one the cutest!

Sunday, February 1, 2015

My Story as a Survivor of Depression

It seems strange that  I should write about this now, 13 years after it happened. I am not even sure where to begin, since the situation presented itself most unexpectedly. So, perhaps the best place to start is right in the middle of it.


An October day in 2001 dawned like any other and my tired eyes opened to switch off the ringing alarm at my bedside table. The bright display blinked the time, 4:30 a.m., in unforgiving neon. Almost mechanically, I went through the motions of getting ready for work, finishing my morning chores and cleaning the house before setting off for work at 5:30 a.m. This was within six months of being married, so I had all the new-found energy of a young bride. Or so I believed.

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