
Clutched into a trap of emotions, fears regrets under the sag of guilt I’ve past six years of my life.
With all those messy thoughts and noise signals suppressing my informative signals getting into my brain .I’ve waited this long and important period of my life.
People usually call it as depression but I could have never found any strong reason to call it depression I said I was just messed up wasn’t in really.
Being an understanding and responsible father my dad took me to psychologist for counseling and to a psychiatrist t but when I didn’t get any better he changed my doctor .year after year I’ve been treated under many different psychiatric supervision.
But the situation was getting worst and worst I moved to hostel where I was unable to adjust and overcome my mess.
After a long time period of time when I met one of my old friends, she observed something really unusual.
She asked me “where is my Jahnavi “.
I replied here “I am right in front of you “.but she wasn’t convinced with all those pointes I presented to justify my unusual behavior.
After a friendship of 15 years she knew me so well that she could clearly look deep into my soul and thy brain of mine, it didn’t took hrs for her to figure out my mess.
She didn’t consoled me neither did she asked anything. She only used to come at my place took me somewhere to eat and have fun and let me express all of my emotions. She didn’t advised me anything .she just made me introduced to the real me , she made me realized that I m special ,I m strong ,that I could do anything I wish to .
More like lord hanuman I’ve just forgotten my powers all I need to be jus recall them.
So she started spending most of her time hearing me and I puked all my mess in front of her and trust me that was damm relaxing.
This process was more like doing amplitude modulation by passing an attenuated signal through a low pass filter making it free from noise and retrieving only information signals.
Now my brain was only getting informative signals and I started discovering my own new personality shaping it according to the way I wanted to be, rather than stay spilled on to the wall.
Truly a friend in need is a friend indeed…
A friend did what no psychologist and psychiatrist could do.
She made my soul free, free from that cage of mess and made me what I m today
I m free today, free from regret, free from all those scary thoughts, guit and free from that word of depression.
I use to think why we need friend and now I know all of us need a true friend more than anything else.
Do share all your inner demons with your friends ,call them ,tell them that you are so lucky to have them ,tell them every small to smallest thing that feels buried in .just split all that up don’t swallow it down.
Love your friends, respect them…
Be with them in all those time when you need them and all those times when they need you.
Live free…
Feel free…
Be you, keep sharing, and keep smiling…
Thanks for reading
friendships and my flight ….






