From IIT to USA and back to India: The journey of a depression survivor

Depression survivor IIT India

Clinical depression isn’t something that many would be comfortable talking about. The stigma and public ignorance associated with the condition makes it all the more difficult to be open about it.

Aman (name changed), an IIT graduate who also holds a masters degree from USA, opens up and shares all the highs and lows of his academic and professional life as he battled depression and emerged victorious. We hope his journey helps others who are silently suffering and encourages them to take professional help.

It is also a reminder for everyone else to look beyond the degrees and designations, and not forget who you are doing all this for – yourself and your family. So, take a break and read on. It may be the most important article you read today.
 


My journey from IIT to USA and back

Story of a depression survivor by Aman

 
Before I begin, let’s solve a little puzzle. Here’s a situation with the following conditions:

1. I am unable to work.
2. But, I clearly want to work.
3. And, I also do not suffer from any physical disability to prevent me from doing my work.

What do you think is wrong with me? – You might say either I am lazy or crazy. Not your fault in thinking so. A person capable and willing to do something, and yet not able to do the same must be one of the two. Right? However, he is not. This is where clinical depression comes into the picture. It is that grey area (in the above situation), which we are not able to explain. Please read on.
 

My Story

Born and raised in a typical middle-class family, both parents being government servants and wanting their kid to become either a doctor or an engineer – the gold standard in terms of career aspirations in post-1991 India. Since I can’t stand the sight of blood, destiny – and my dad – made the choice easy for me: “Beta IIT nikal lo, life set hai phir.”

Being the obedient child, I followed suit, joining one of the better known IIT coaching factories in town. On top of it, I had to double it up with my school – a real one at that, not one of those Kota dungeons. Two years of pure torture yielded an IIT admit in first crack; albeit, a lesser known. Back in the day, there used to be only 7 IITs, so even the least known had some recognition. Unlike the present times when you are not sure if it is the name of an IIT or a sabzi mandi.

Over the course of the next 4 years in college, I figured the two most probable career paths after engineering– coding if you are from CS (computer science)or call-it-whatever-because-nobody-cares’ profile for the non-CS crowd hoping to culminate into an MBA. Preferably from one of those holy IIMs. (Note – the Indian Startup juggernaut was yet to arrive on the scene, so non-CS profiles were limited.)

Unfortunately, I wasn’t interested in either of the two. One by choice and other due to lack of it. In fact,I happened to achieve the impossible at IIT – develop an interest in my own engineering subject. And that too in a non-CS branch. I am pretty sure my dad skipped a beat when he learned his son is not going to be an MBA. Not in the foreseeable future at least.

Instead, I applied for an MS degree in a novel field dealing with how to make our infrastructure more resilient and safe using wireless sensors (technical term – Structural Health Monitoring). With a solid internship in the US already, a healthy GRE score and decent recommendation letters, I managed to secure multiple admits in top-10 universities, ultimately choosing the one which matched my aspirations the best.

I am sure you must be thinking – where is he going with all this life story? Where’s the depression part? Here it comes!

Anyone who’s studied in a foreign university – and more so if it is in the US – would know how freaking expensive it is. Burdened with a huge loan, I decided to take up some research work with a professor working in my area. At best, it helped in paying my living expenses.

Secondly, to further cut down on tuition fee (the main culprit), I stacked up my course load touching levels of insanity; I aimed to finish the entire MS in a single year to avoid additional tuition cost.

Burning the midnight oil, few packs of Marlboro (quit now, you should too), and a bottle of Jack Daniels mixed with Red Bull every week, I did finish my MS in one year, but deferred graduation by a semester to find the stairway to heaven, the garden of Eden – a job!
 

Depression Begins

If you’ve actually been reading this article – and not just scrolling to look for the juicy bits – you’d remember I wrote above how my MS was in a novel field. Well, it was not just novel, it was restricted, too. Simply put – the field being a sensitive one, security-wise, there was a snowfall’s chance in Dubai that an international student could be hired into it. Given the whole H1B issue, clearances and all of that. On a quick side-note, let me give you some free ka gyan – practicality trumps passion, in most cases. Specially, for middle-class people.

What I mean to say is, while it was brave of me to explore uncharted waters, I should have done my homework thoroughly. More so when the homework costs INR 30 lakhs. By homework I mean, reading up on the job prospects, visa processes, talking to the alumni etc. Instead, I was too much passion-driven and maybe – in hindsight – the IIT degree had lulled me into not checking out the job prospects, expecting them to be served on a platter like in India.

Upon realizing the futility of all my hardwork – which included a fully-paid research internship in Switzerland, couple of international publications and a genuine desire to work in my chosen field – I slipped into depression.

Though, I didn’t realize it at that point in time. I understood it as a normal post-rejection sadness. But, it wasn’t. One by one, I withdrew myself from different activities. Actually, I only had one – job applications. Since, I had already finished my coursework.

An air of hopelessness started wrapping around me. I felt aimless, listless and purposeless all at the same time. I opened up to my professor. Having seen me beat up my ass all year round, he helped me land a run-of-the-mill structural engineer’s job within a day or two. Contacts (read Jugaad) work in America, just as much they do here in India.

The idea was to start with something at least and keep looking for the right profile. He had also offered a PhD position, but given the huge loan and a ‘disturbed’ mind, I chose not to pursue it right off the bat. Maybe a wrong call? God knows!

So, after taking a 15 day trip to India (post graduation), meeting up with family, friends and relatives, I returned and joined on my new job, immediately. However, things again went downhill pretty fast. Within a month, I could see my heart wasn’t in the job. I could barely muster up any enthusiasm towards my work. I was fatigued all the time even after guzzling coffee like water in a Delhi summer.

Only later during my diagnosis (for clinical depression), I would realize that the symptoms had almost nothing to do with the then job. I was more or less under the grip of depression by now.

Note – The word depression was nowhere in my mind until this time.  According to me, I was simply dejected. Imagine a break up. This was a professional break up. Or more like a one-sided love affair gone horribly wrong,ending up in a Mumbai Thana with your ass on the ice slab.

But, thank God for making us desis as resilient as cockroaches. With the help of Jack Daniels (the whiskey), my then girlfriend and friends (strictly in that order), I picked up myself and began re-applying for the job profiles I wanted in the first place.  5 months, 100+ applications, 30+ rejections later, I was a spent force. The depression had reached its peak. I was barely functional in my office. My manager even started doubting my qualifications.

JD, Red/Blue/Black Label, Marlboro, Camel, Dunhill, everything had stopped working. Not that they were actually doing anything in the first place. I am a fairly clean person otherwise, but I was drinking heavily and smoking the crap out of my lungs in search of some peace and comfort, which wasn’t to be found.

During the same time, I committed a blunder in one my structural design projects, jeopardizing the safety of many. It jolted me inside out and despite all the financial constraints, I knew it was time to take a step back and get a hold of myself first. I came clean to my boss who was supportive if nothing more. I quit immediately. Zero notice period. Who’d want a drunken mess in their office, after all?

Some journey from being one of the class toppers at IIT to becoming a borderline drunkard in a foreign land!

Since I quit under a year, I had a lot of time left on my EAD Card (pre-H1B document that allows STEM graduates to work upto 29 months). But first I had to fix up myself before I could even think of working again. I asked around and setup a diagnostic test with a psychiatrist. I thought, if anyone, it has to be an expert who can figure out what’s wrong with me – the panic attacks, perpetual negativity and a sense of inevitable doom.

But, life has a funny way of screwing you over even when you want to do all the right things. Read on…
 

The Game Changer

To say medical treatment in the US is expensive is to say Sachin Tendulkar was a good batsman. It is a criminal understatement. Shit hit the fan when I was told psychiatric issues are not covered in my health insurance plan. I had been paying $150 per month for over two years, but the only time I actually needed the insurance, it went Kambli on me – useless.

Out of job, with hardly any savings (all going into paying my loan), I could see no way of continuing my treatment in the US. To give you some perspective – a single visit to a doctor cost ~$100. Plus the medications, and therapy sessions in my case costing a limb every time.

Upon discussing with my psychiatrist and parents (had told them by now), I thought going back to India would be the best option under the circumstances. I had been diagnosed with moderate-to-severe depression, general anxiety disorder with early stage bipolar tendencies. I was told in no uncertain terms by the doctor that health should be my first priority. I had no reason to doubt her and duly booked a flight back home.
 

Treatment Begins

For all the misery my over-ambitious middle-class parents had piled on me over the years, they went into an overdrive in ensuring I get the best treatment. Maybe they partly blamed themselves for my situation. That’s the thing with Indian parents: they first beat you up, and then buy you a candy to even out. Ha!

Anyway. I was booked with one of the top psychiatrists in Delhi, and she swiftly started me on anti-depressants among other things.

So here’s the thing with clinical depression, and mental illness in general. It is not so black-and-white like other illnesses. Depression manifests differently in everyone. For some it might lean more towards suicidal tendencies (how most people imagine depression), for others it might be a continued loss of energy and interest in daily activities or even cognitive impairment in severe cases. You may check out the complete list of symptoms here.

Consequently, the same anti-depressants may not work for everyone. Each combination takes 4-to-6 weeks to kick in. And there’s no objective way to tell which one will work for you. You’ll simply have to bite the bullet and remain patient. For instance, in my case, the first 2 combination of anti-depressants didn’t do much. I changed my doctor to get a fresh perspective. More than 6 months into the treatment, we ultimately found the cocktail (medication) that worked well for me. Within 8 weeks, I could see perceptible improvement in myself.

Subsequently, I also began with my therapy sessions – Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT), it is called. I am told it is the go-to therapy for treating depression; however, it is not the only one. One needs to work with his/her psychiatrist to figure out what’s best for them. Also, not all cases of depression require therapy. Lastly, the entire treatment for a depressive episode lasts from 8 months at the very least to the time you feel better.

Fast forward to the present day, it has been close to 2 years since I returned to India. I recently got off my medication for depression. Completely.
 

What I did during Depression

Though I had given myself a year for this entire thing, however, I didn’t want to take any chances. Hence, I gradually eased myself into work only in the second year. To keep busy and in the thick of things professionally, I started taking up small, independent projects (related to my prior area of work experience), and started working from home.

The earnings were modest, but made a positive impact on my depleted self-confidence, worth a million bucks. I also began to write in the meantime, and found out I ain’t all that bad at it. As in people are willing to pay me. for it. Not a lot. But that’s not the point.

During the home-stay period (initial months of the treatment), I also finished the entire coursework of an MA degree in Sociology (purely out of interest in Indian social problems). I am now thinking of writing its exams through an open school for validation. After all, those landscaped A4 sheets of bonded paper still matter, else no one buys your story. Also, I am mid-way through a crude attempt at writing a book tentatively based on Indian Society.

The idea was to occupy myself with positive and enriching activities. Because, after a point, it becomes a chore to kill time itself. Secondly, it has a cathartic effect vis-à-vis the depression.
 

The Losses

Real life is not a Bollywood movie. Therefore, I’ll be honest to admit this entire experience did come with heavy costs. And not just financial. I had to suffer in my career. I lost my girlfriend of 3 years, who I was supposed to get engaged to at the end of that year.

I am behind most of my peers today. My original career aspirations (smart, safe infrastructure, remember?) are more or less dead, mainly due to lack of opportunities in India in the said field.

So in addition to being already behind my peers, I have to chalk out a fresh career path for myself. Regardless of it all, I am not bogged down. On the brighter side, I regained myself. With the worst behind me, hopefully things will only get better.
 

The Ending

Having covered the whole 9 yards of clinical depression, and reading up a lot on the subject on my way, I wish to share a few parting thoughts which may help you or anyone you know who might be suffering:

  1. If it doesn’t feel normal, it most likely isn’t. Talk to people. Consult an expert.
  2. Depression is as real as climate change. And it is a legitimate illness, where the delicate hormonal balance in your brain goes awry.You’d be surprised to know more people die of depression related suicides than lung cancer in India.
  3. Thus, depression is not something you can just shake off – like a bad day at work. An outing to a bar won’t treat it. Trust me.
  4. Treatment for depression is costly in India, too. It is a cold fact. However, if diagnosed at mild levels, the treatment will be that much shorterlesser and cheaper. So, the more you delay, the more costly it is going to be.
  5. If you know someone who is clinically depressed, lend a patient ear, but nothing more. As much as you wish the best for him/her, don’t try to be the enforcer. Saying “come on, cheer up, don’t be a wuss” will only make it worse. Let a therapist handle that for you.

There’s no bravery in suffering silently. Career is important, but so is health, if not more. Seek help. And drop the stigma around mental illness. There are far too many people – especially in poor countries like India – who are unable to receive the right treatment. Either because of the social stigma or lack of resources.

I am just lucky that I was born to such parents who could afford it all and gave a damn about the so-called stigma. I also had a great support system in my friends and met some wonderful people during this tiring journey.

I have to point out one such person – Sameer Kamat. A few months back I had emailed him for an entirely different purpose, but somehow ended up narrating him this entire story on phone, which you are reading now. It must have taken nearly 2 hours of his prime consultancy time.

As I mentioned above, rightly so, he only lent a patient ear, and was honest to admit he knew not a lot about clinical depression. Without giving any fundas, he simply enquired if I was doing fine, days later. That’s it. A depressed person only needs that much.

In fact, he is the one who encouraged me to pen down my journey, for it might help someone, he thought. The point is not to tell you all how great Sameer is. But to say that talk to people, lend someone a comforting hand. Without doing a profit and loss analysis. For once. There’s an inherent goodness within humanity which we have almost forgotten.

Okay! I really should wrap up now. Thank you for making it thus far. I promise I didn’t intend it to be this long. But, I’ll be glad if you could take even a single thing from my story. And please do not email Sameer for depression related issues. He is not a doctor. I just accidentally bumped into him.

One of his quotes that has stuck with me:

Sometimes the nice guys are dealt the bad cards, you just need to hang in there.

 
Related articles:
Depression in India: Statistics, Causes and Treatment
Story of an MBA dropout – An IITian goes Beyond The MBA Hype
 
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30 Comments

  1. Anonymous says:

    Hello Aman,
    All I can say is that I am deeply touched by your story & thank you for sharing it.

    “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”- Winston Churchill

    Thank you Sameer, for your thoughtfulness and generosity. You are a gem of a person. Wish you the best always…

  2. Anonymous says:

    Hi ,

    I am having 10 Years of IT experience . Havig Good Communication skills But Avaerage Technical Skills. Very Annoyed with My current role.

    I recently shifted from MNC to India Based Organization , Feeling very difficult with work culture . I am started feeling very depressed and not able to perform in my current task due to new environment and Colleagues behavior. Going into depression Day by Day. I talked with Manger but that it did nt work .

    Next my plan is to switch over my career to Managerial work like Project management role. Please give me your advice Is that current decision ?

    Regards,
    Rekha (name changed)

    Please post it as anonymous.

    • Aman says:

      Rekha,

      Being depressed is quite different from being clinically depressed. From what you’ve written, you seem to be unhappy and dissatisfied with your job. It may not necessarily be clinical depression. In any case, consult an expert near you to be sure.

  3. Kunal says:

    Hi,
    My name is Kunal. I have achieved Bachelor of Engineering in Electronics and Telecommunication in 2005 (I lost my right leg ankle in an accident).
    After a year gap, I pursued Master of Science (M.S.) in Electrical and Computer Engineering from USA from August 2006 to December 2010. It took me a long to complete MS in USA because I was stuck with Psychological Depression in USA from 2008 onward. I somehow finished my MS education in 2010. I applied for a job in IT industry and worked there for 5 months in 2011. Then I had an accident again (minor) so I came to India in 2012. I did not got a job in India in IT industry as again I had a long going depression. Finally I landed an internship in IT in Dec 2013 to Feb 2014. Then I got a job as Back office operations executive in Web Development company. I was promoted to Back office Manager. I stopped taking my Depression medicine then, because of which I could not concentrate and I had to leave that job in Oct 2014. I went into depression again.

    Now I am taking my medicine and working as Account Executive from July 2016. I am considering going to Hardware Networking by doing CCNA training as I had done my BE in Electronics and Telecommunication.

    Please Advice if I am correct in my decision and suggest a career path for me.(I cannot pursue MBA as I don’t have that kind of money.)

    Regards,
    Kunal.

    • Aman says:

      Hi Kunal,

      I cannot comment on the career side of things in your case. But all I can suggest is to carry with your depression medication and treatment overall, very religiously. From whatever I’ve read and heard from doctors, anti-depressants shouldn’t be taken lightly as they make changes in your brain chemicals. You wouldn’t want to be stuck mid-way. So take your meds properly and keep in touch with your doctor. You’ll feel much better both physically and mentally once treated completely. Then you’ll be in a position to make better choices regarding your career as well.

  4. Viney Sharma says:

    Aman! Thank you so much for opening up. You are an inspiration for lot of us.

  5. Vasant says:

    If you wrote about Indian society the same way you’ve written this piece, everyone reading that would definitely have depression.

    • Aman says:

      Haha! Then I highly recommend you to skip it. I wouldn’t want to be the reason to give you depression. Or for that matter, anyone.

  6. Pallab says:

    Hello, Aman, I’m completely awestruck by your courage. It takes a lot of guts to accept surroundings as they are and express them. Hats off!

    • Aman says:

      Thanks Palab. You are absolutely right when you say it takes courage to accept reality. Even I kept on denying it for the longest part until the reality itself caught up with me.

  7. Nishant Chavan says:

    Hi! Aman, I would like to thank you for sharing your experience on a such critical and sensitive issue of depression. I know what it must have taken for your pen down your thoughts as I, myself has been through depression for many years.
    I am impressed by the flow of thoughts, touch of reality, straight to the point and language used especially the comparison of Sachin and Kambli, was an epic!
    You are going to be a the #NextBigThing, in literature…keep it up!
    I am very happy that you emphasized the importance of diagnosis, familial support and completion of treatment in this process.
    I am also humbled that you are grateful to Sameer Kamat, trust me buddy, in today’s world very few people are like you, so please never let this quality go from you.
    All in All, I am impressed by the inspirational stuff, I wish you all the very best for your next endeavour and looking forward to your #bestseller because you have made technical and geeky public health guy like me to write a comment…as it touched my heart!

    • Aman says:

      Thanks Nishant for the lovely response. The idea was indeed to make a sensitive topic like depression sound less daunting. In our competitive race we often neglect the health aspect and tend to pay a premium later. Hope people take positives from this piece.

  8. Akshay Vasan says:

    Hi Aman
    I have loved every bit of your article, in many ways one can relate to it. You have brought out an extremely sensitive issue to light. On a personal level, happy to see you regain the strength and put things in order. If nothing this article is both an inspiration and an eye opener. Glad to have you pen down your thoughts.

    • Aman says:

      Hi Akshay,

      Thanks for the kind words. I am glad you found reading the article worth your time. As you said, I am happy, too, to regain my health. Putting things in order is an ongoing process. My best wishes to you.

  9. Jay says:

    Hi
    I admire your decision to put your experience out here.

    This will be very helpful for many folks.

  10. Vimal says:

    Hi Aman,
    Enjoyed reading your piece! A lot of it resonates with my personal experience ( IIT, pursuing passion without realising pragmatism in US, post-rejection sadness ).
    Fortunately, I had help from the counseling center here in school and I think my personal situation did not warrant medication.

    A year later, I’ve finished the PhD, landed a job with a dream company and am in a fulfilling relationship.

    I learnt a lot about depression and my opinion has completely changed on psychological problems. I definitely don’t have the stigma, that I used to. I used to be cynical of psychologists and psychiatrists. My personal experience taught me lessons.

    I think the social structure in the US is very different from the one in India and loneliness easily creeps in. But like you said the causes and symptoms span a spectrum and I don’t attempt to trivialize the complexity.

    I liked the humorous take on the article. The suttle cricket metaphors were funny and I think most Desis would love reading it.

    • Aman says:

      Thanks Vimal for the positive response. Yes the social structure in the US is partly to be blamed, but it is mostly the parameters you set around yourselves.

      I am glad things worked out for you before spiraling out of control.

      Best Wishes.

  11. Rakhi Acharyya says:

    Wonderfully and honestly written. Thank you for sharing.

  12. vani venugopal says:

    Loved reading your story and I am sure it will help so many people. You are so resilient and did more things in your treatment period than most people in perfect health can/will manage to. I wish you all the best in your future endeavours!

    • Aman says:

      Thank you, Vani. As I wrote in the article, after a point killing time becomes a headache in itself. So I tried to occupy myself with fulfilling activities.

  13. Ashish Sharma says:

    Hi My Name is Ashish Sharma.
    I have done IT Engineering in 2008. I was selected from the campus placement in IBM, however hen I landed in IBM I realised that its a technical calling job. So I left the job after working for 7 months there.
    Then I started searching for a job that would justify my degree, however, could’nt get one.
    So in sep 2010 I moved to UK to do MBA. I completed my MBA degree there in UK while working there for 22 months as a Travel Consultant in a Travel Company.
    I came back to India in July 2012 and started to hunt for a job based on my experience in IBM & in UK, also considering my Engineering degree and my MBA degree from UK.
    Could find a suitable job. Then I started working in a KPO from MAY 2014 and still continuing. Here I sell Event spaces to exhibitors, sponsorships, delegate sales, event promotion. This is a complete calling job. Its almost 3 years now I have been working here and could’nt justify my education.
    I have started to feel really frustrated of what I am doing after studying so hard.
    though I am still trying to get a better job to do justice with my degrees earned, but could’nt find any.
    What should I do now?
    Should I enroll for a certification course while working in this KPO or just keep working here and hunt for job.
    I have started to feel depressed now.
    Please help.

  14. Tin says:

    A little off topic content here, but sure was a worthy read. I had to comment since I felt sorry for the guy. Sometimes, driving people to achieve too much at an early age causes this sort of things. There is loss of childhood charm, activities, friends and memories that people lose when they don’t have work life balance.

    I had a roommate in college who was like this. Indian parents believe in delayed gratification and push their children very hard, but what you went through is quite insane. Tell you one thing, you have a great education and trust me you will make a living. Wish you luck.

  15. Asmita says:

    Please suggest how should a wife deal with a clinically depressed husband (shares similar background of being an IITian). He has left job just because he lost interest in it, not sharing anything with wife- be it about health or about money, moody, without any hobbies, doesn’t like being with people. He has started behaving like a racist and sadist in recent times. On one hand he spends lavishly on his siblings while on the other he does not spend a penny on kids or wife. Behaves normally with them but very weird at home.
    It has been a decade with him….things deteriorating at faster pace now.

  16. Varsha says:

    Hi Amen,

    I landed on your article trying to comfort myself out of my depression ..possibly a clinical depression that’s been lasting nearly for about a 1000 days till now. I am a woman with an engineering background (my masters from abroad). Middle class conservative family digged my grave into an arranged knot (as I call it that way when many call it marriage) in my late twenties , nagging all the way to it with no concerns for my opinions on a desirable partner as is how most Indian girls are made to accept things as they come. I am tied to a guy who despite several attempts from my side, prefers to stay emotionally completely disconnected from me since eleven years. If science should name it then, it’s ‘Type unknown personality’ I guess. To him I don’t exist and for some irrational reason for me, he alone existed. So , thinking that making up of a family might positively drag him into a tight bond, I became a mom eight years back and to my dismay, I still find him no little moved. While the arrival of the little one made me shift focus and feel a little better away from the feelings of loneliness, it’s the same that on one side pushed him to never reachable distance and on the other side brought in an obsession( all moms love their children. But it’s special in my case….gift in loneliness..a conceived saviour) on my son that he soon became the only existence in my world. Meanwhile when the baby was just an year old, my husband had a heart attack and needn’t to explain, the implied story that followed throwing me into matrix mind (you see rows and columns of positive and negative thinking). First sign of depression appeared when I sobbed all night. I don’t have parents who love to emotionally support me if in case of any loss but would rather treat me an unwritten off slave to their narcissism (Yes I am a produce of two narcissistic people and grown among two step siblings who would love to see me fail). “I have to live alone with my baby in India?”…haunting were these thoughts at my age of 30. I was only thirty at that time when most women start to dream a life with her family ahead. Three years of uncertainty as the doctors discussed multiple problems in a single heart of his. I still managed to be a bubbly mom to my charming boy until he was four years old. Least did I fathom that the day of my husband’s surgery would turn a day that I lost my life once for all. The little time that my loving little one was left to be taken care of by my parents at their house, turned to end my life? ‘My son sustained a trauma bumping his head on the floor heavily from fall’ I was told. From thereon the diagnosis of his epilepsy out of trauma, the treatment, medications, medication side effects, social stigma, my husbands post surgery period….all have run a roller coaster ride of fearful…what-to-expect….’oh no my shitty life’….’what curse must I have got?’…..then….’ no I must stay strong coz I am seen wise by others (people say wise people don’t cry, yet a stigma when you talk out your problems), I shouldn’t talk out my personals coz I am an educated and so should keep my personals a secret mo matter how deep down the valley its pushing you, I shouldn’t seek help coz everyone would know my story and start looking me down….men would take advantage and women would secretly feel happy. Unable to even make appointments with doctors for myself while I am shuttling between work, treatment for my son, sleepless nights coz my boy’s seizures happen at nights randomly, house chores and much more. Well no time for myself. I am now 37. I down, still fighting the real life (my son, my husband, their conditions, and hence my condition) and my own delusive life (my depression constantly whispering in my ears that I can’t survive this…I know it’s lying). You know I can’t make myself a patient to add up to a count of three then. I write poems and sing to pat me up when I am tried to be eaten by this Cobra called depression. By the way I live in the most expensive country called Sweden. If I shell out a penny on my depression, I wouldn’t be left with anything for the other two. That said.

    Today it was your story that has gathered back the likely must have spilled strength this morning and thanks a million times for conveying that I can still hold on to myself. Your article is full of life.

  17. Anonymous says:

    Hi Aman,
    Great post ! Loved it ! I have been suffering from depression amd anxiety for more than 10 years.Consulted many doctors and therapists ,but to no vain.My life is worse than the zeroeth point it can ever be.Can you share the details of your doctor and therapist in India? And your overall experience? I would be too grateful!

  18. Mili says:

    Hi. I have been to the US in 2008 for masters. But discontinued it due to severe depression. I am in India since then. Is it advisable to pursue masters again now? It’s 2017 now. I am better now but depend on medication. How will I manage with the medications in the US?

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