3 AM poems

I’m writing a poem,

I don’t know why.

I should stop this,

Or you’ll think I’m high.


Let it heal.

My counselor told me something really meaningful and profound recently.

She said, “It’s important to remember that when you’re depressed, you have to nurse yourself and be extra gentle towards yourself. An athlete wouldn’t break an ankle and then force themselves to run with that ankle. They rest as it heals and do not think “I am a failed athlete”. Instead, they think, “Right now something isn’t working right, so I’ll take care of myself until it does.”

Just like a broken bone, depression can change the way your daily life plays out, and pushing yourself too hard and getting frustated when you don’t feel better is just like trying to run on that broken ankle and getting frustated when it doesn’t heal.

Give it time.

Let it heal.

Breathe. This will pass.


You’re going to be okay.

Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before.

You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived.

Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you.

They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience.

I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again.

This will pass.

I promise it will pass.

The real self care 101.

Everyone needs self care. There’s no “Ugh, who needs self care, it sounds like girly stuff I wouldn’t be caught dead doing” or “It’s unnecessary”.

Imagine this: You’re overwhelmed at work. You have a ton of assignments piling up at home, submission dates are creeping up on you at an alarming rate and your calendar is packed with overdue tasks. To make room for all of this stuff, you skip lunch, stop going out, and forget about your social life entirely. When we’re stressed, self care is usually the first thing to throw out of the window. And that only makes things so much worse.

It’s easy to neglect taking care of ourselves because when we’re busy and overwhelmed, even a small break feels like a luxury. So actually taking time to eat lunch, go out, and hang out with friends? That just feels like slacking.

There is a misconception that self care is all about slush bomb baths, massages, yoga, expensive candles and buying nice meals. Because what does self care mean to someone who is broke, struggling and burdened with hardships, right? The beautiful concept of self care is commercialized beyond imagination.

So, here are a few realistic self care tips for us broke people:

  1. Call a friend. Preferably a friend you haven’t spoken to from a long time. Talk about the fun times you had together. It actually makes you feel good.
  2. Take a walk outside. Feel the warmth of the sun on your face. Or the feel of the breeze flowing around you. Whatever works.
  3. Delete any apps that you haven’t used for more than a week. Decluttering your phone is just as important as decluttering your desk.
  4. Declutter your desk while you’re at it.
  5. Find a sacred spot; a view you love or a place that makes you feel greatly alive. Visit it as often as possible.
  6. Go to the beach and wiggle your toes in the sand.
  7. Re-read your favorite novel.
  8. Listen to uplifting music; something that you can sing out loud and swing your hips to.
  9. Since it’s finally sweater weather (yaaayyyyy!!), wear your comfiest hoodie or cover yourself in your fluffy blanket and sip on coffee while reading a book.
  10. The last few months, I’ve been loving coloring books. Maybe a little silly, but so awesome. Seriously, give it a try.

Look, not every one of these self care ideas will be your cup of tea.

They won’t all be the perfect antidote to what you’re going through. But I hope that this is enough inspiration to get you started. What I want you to know most is that you have the power to claim self care as your ishh. The inspiration here is just a starting point. There is no stopping once you start.

Continue reading “The real self care 101.”

Love yourself.

You look great.

You look great in your glasses. You look great with your braces. You look great with your scars. You look great with your bruises. You look great with your birthmarks and moles. You look great even with your acne. You look great with that gap between your teeth. You look great if you’re thin. You look great if you are plump. You look great if you’re tall. You look great if you’re short. You look great with your tresses done. You look great with your hair pulled back.

You look great.

You look spectacular.

You look fabulous.

You look stunning.

Love yourself.


Make a list. A #HappyList.

Result day is near. Everyone, including me, is freaking out and having meltdowns. Oh, such nerve wracking days! Most of my time is spent trying not to think about results, frantically calling friends and ranting when I realise it’s not working and then eventually drowning in my tears.

So here’s my #HappyList that I’ve decided to cross off instead:

  • Watch a new series 💻.
  • Re-watch another series 💻.
  • Watch movies 📺.
  • Read lots of books 📚.
  • Read a fanfiction 📖.
  • Watch anime series 🎌.
  • Or Netflix 💻.
  • Troll trough memes + Instagram 😂.
  • Cat videos 😹.
  • Jam to music 🎧.
  • Eat good food 🍲.
  • Water plants + talk to them 🌿.
  • Take long baths 🛀.
  • Eat ice-creams 🍦.
  • Make people laugh 😂.
  • Hold hands while walking👫.
  • Go to pet stores 🌍.
  • Do photography 📷.
  • Drawing + colouring 🎨.
  • Rainy days are rare. GET OUTSIDE 🌈.
  • Pet dogs 🐕.
  • Watch sunsets 🌇.
  • Take pictures of nature 🌸.
  • Hug Mom ❤.
  • Write a story 📝.
  • FRIDAY 😂.
  • Think positively 🔯.
  • Sing along to the radio 📻.
  • Talk to my bestfriend who isn’t​ on speaking terms with me 💔.
  • Daydream alot 💭.
  • Drink freshly-squeezed lemonade 🍹.
  • Share good beer with great friends 🍻.
  • Sleep with the windows open on cool nights 🍃.
  • Play video games with my idiotic brother 🎮.

Make your own #HappyList or write about the things that make you happy in the comments. 

So until my fate is decided, au revoir, prends soin de toi.

I’m sorry.

Dear friend,

You were beautiful. Not in the old-fashioned, high cheekbones, heart-shaped face, slender figure, soft and flowing hair sort of way. No. You were beautiful in your own quirky, kind-hearted, sweet way. You always smiled at me from across the hallway and gave that wave that no one else could ever imitate. You were always happy and I couldn’t ever figure out why. You said hello to everyone and spoke to them as if they were important to you. You smiled, no matter what.

But you also had that other side that you hid so well. You were good at it. Hiding that side, I mean. You’d slip up sometimes. I’d notice it always. But I never confronted you about it. I always thought to myself, “She’s strong enough to deal with it”. I realised too late that you weren’t.

I know it’s too late but I need you to know that I’m sorry. And that I never wanted this to happen. I didn’t know that you were hurting so bad. I thought that this was normal. I fucked up, I know.

But now you’re gone. And nothing I say can bring you back. Maybe I was one of the reasons why. Maybe I was what started it. Or maybe I was what pushed you over the edge.

I like to give myself a false sense of comfort and think, “There were no signs”. I know that if I had looked closely, I would have seen the sadness you hid so well. I’m sorry I didn’t look. I’m sorry I didn’t realise. I’m sorry I fucked up so badly.

I know nothing I say will bring you back but I just wanted you to know how fucking sorry I am. I killed you. I killed your spirit. I killed your will. I killed your soul.

And I’m sorry.

Suicide prevention helpline number: +91 22 2556 3291

Don’t hesitate to call. Nobody deserves to die like this.