Story #35: Dealing With Difficulties (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

We all deal with difficulties, some are easy to cope up with, while a few take time. Well, that’s a fact, but sometimes they are vague enough to leave you at unease.

So two years back, I met an upside down where I reached the lowest point of my life that led me to lock myself with particular unwell feelings. I felt vulnerable. I was losing colours, with each passing minute, I was succumbing to the sense of being helpless, a state where hope creeps out. I was in oblivion.

So one afternoon, I picked up a sharpener’s blade and tried it running over my wrist. Because I was too anxious at the same time, I shook and failed to make any attempt. I buried my head in my knees and waited for things to get stable, crouched in the darkened corner of a room. I squeezed my eyes shut and heard my heartbeat that grew louder and louder. I stayed still, till the panic attack slowed down.  

Maybe I wanted to feel different or free but I totally ignored how much it appraised. That was a tough month for me and I realised something was needed to be done. I required change. This was the best possible bet with a chance of finding back my lost hope.

I took better and harder initiatives so as to channelize my self. I started to craft myself in the new hobby. I left home and travelled so that I could be free from closed dark room. I met the wise ones and learnt a lot about life. I studied harder so as to get in a good college.

Meanwhile, I felt balanced.

Well, events like these make you realise about yourself and the need for transition. You have to take initiatives for yourself. Life does have happy places only if you really look for them. 

There is always someone who cares for you, you are not alone. 


When life brings you down, you have few options to choose from. You either fall, hard; or you realize that if you don’t get back up on your feet now, you might never. This realization, that change is what you need comes to all, but moves only some, I believe. 

Despite experiencing an upside down, despite reaching the lowest point, despite attempting to self harm, this person realized that something needed to be done; that there were better things out there. 

Getting yourself up from a low point, trying to channelize negativity into a hobby are things not everyone is capable of. People who experience low points are too afraid to get back up. They cling onto their weaknesses. But this story tells you otherwise; it tells you that happiness is a luxury you need to pay for with your strength. Have the strength to get up when you fall, because, as the writer has said, life does have happy places only if you really look for them. 

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Any opinions, comments or ideas that you may want to put forward to the writer of this story can be mailed to me at ratti.priya5@gmail.com. Positive feedback and constructive criticism are more than welcome. 

(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns.)

Story #32: A Lesson Learned (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

‘Absolute disgrace; utmost disappointment’.

The words echoed in my head, as I faced yet another failure. At that moment, not winning the competition and its prize money seemed to me as if the world had come to an end.

While travelling back home , I glanced out of the window to see a nine-year old kid playing around in the scorching heat of the sun along with his sibling, with a content smile on his face which forced me to ponder over a question.

‘What exactly do we need to be happy?’

Is it a posh car? Or a luxurious bungalow? Or designer clothes and shoes?

But that kid did not possess any of these, yet he was joyous and satisfied . He had a serene smile on his face which was only because he knew the art of being content with what he had. 

By this I absolutely don’t intend to say that aspiring for better in life is wrong. However, I realised that while sprinting in the constant race of attaining and achieving more, I must never forget to value and make the most of what I am blessed with in life. 

I went up to him, wondering what I should say. When I stepped forward, I realized that there wasn’t any need for words and a smile could do wonders. We sat under a tree as he animatedly described his family and life. After an hour of conversation, he large heartedly offered to share half of his fruit with me. That day I found a friend half-my-age, who taught me one of the most valuable lesson of my life!

Sometimes, looking at others’ lives really puts things back into perspective for us. Seeing how some people are content with what they have, even when it is less than what they would like it to be, makes us wonder if we’re thankful enough for what we have. 

As I’d said in the last post, we can’t really compare ourselves to anyone. However, what we can do is learn to appreciate the things we have, rather than mourning over the things that we don’t- Because a lot of people have it bad, rather, worse than us. 

You may not really like or appreciate the things we have now, but they are most probably everything someone else wants. So be grateful, and practice reckless gratitude. Appreciate the things you have now, because you might not have them forever. 

 


Sometimes, looking at others’ lives really puts things back into perspective for us. Seeing how some people are content with what they have, even when it is less than what they would like it to be, makes us wonder if we’re thankful enough for what we have. 

As I’d said in the last post, we can’t really compare ourselves to anyone. However, what we can do is learn to appreciate the things we have, rather than mourning over the things that we don’t- Because a lot of people have it bad, rather, worse than us. 

You may not really like or appreciate the things we have now, but they are most probably everything someone else wants. So be grateful, and practice reckless gratitude. Appreciate the things you have now, because you might not have them forever. 

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(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at ratti.priya5@gmail.com.)

Story #25: You Are Not Alone (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

You are not alone.

This is a place filled with numerous characters and you are one of them. If it’s hurting today then may be it’s a day’s requirement so that you can come across that role. There are people who know that you are a great actor but still they try to make it difficult so that you can come up with a whole new way to save your soul.

Just realize that you are not alone; someone is there who cares but does not show it in front of you so that you can act mature. Someone who loves you but is afraid to lose you. Someone who looks up to you as you have achieved what they wanted to. That someone is always there whose life will be affected by you its just you have to realize that you are not alone; that thinking of loneliness, anxiety and pressure which leads to depression is just a matter of time if you start appreciating the life and make it worth living than all you have is living life king size.

The road may be difficult and you may require some chances to conquer but it doesn’t matter if you know that it will lead you to a successful life and if those disheartened moments will sooner be read as some stories of disguise. You have your parents, family and friends who will always guide you when you require; don’t take it as a burden, just listen and take what you require. Start working and start socialising.

That work will make you worth living and socializing will lead you to a better home & living environment around you. If you are afraid of love and togetherness then there is animals you can adopt and live with. Nature, gods biggest gift to mankind, those hilly areas, rivers, those places which bring so much calm to the heart, go out and fall in love with them.

Just try to do what your heart wants because there is always something which will love you back if you take a first step .
So you are not alone if you don’t want to or force yourself to.


“…There is always something which will love you back if you take the first step.” I had goosebumps while reading this line!

I think this post, these exact words are what we need today. Each one of us teenagers who’re somewhere or the other lost because of a setback. We have our own notions of love, and our unique pain when we suffer from a loss, or a heartbreak. But how do we deal with what comes after? We realise that we are not alone.

We learn to fall in love again; with something or the other, and sometimes, even with ourselves. This post is a story, a learning and an after note in itself. So I will just reinforce the things that have impacted me the most: Always have faith; believe that someone has your back, every step of the way. Fall in love. You are not alone. 

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(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at ratti.priya5@gmail.com.)

Anxiety’s Choreography

My walls will cave in (just like placards stacked up horizontally fall back with the wind) along with every wave of anxiety-
Right then, I will fall short of words, or rather lose the intelligence of speaking-
Goosebumps, butterflies, shivers and my heart dipping into the cold Pacific won’t just be defense mechanisms.
My heart will appear to jolt awake and then dead repeatedly by the society I put myself in;
I will feel electricity running around in my veins, often sparking out of my eyes as the salty tears that trigger short circuits
The ones they say could be caused by the heat-
Indeed- but it’s also the cold, the wind, rain and the snow
Words like unknown, unforeseen and anonymous manifesting and getting under my skin- make my jaws quiver and heart dip.

Often my gut nudges me to stand and to speak and to, for once, not fear an omen before I deliver a speech,
But when I speak, though my mouth moves to enunciate what I remembered from the paper,
And as I attempt to collect and reflect my confidence through my features,
My fingers tremble as I try to fit them into my fists behind my back-
These legs shiver behind the pedestal, hidden under slacks.
For people think these mere trifles shouldn’t cripple the silhouette that I bear,
Fear of the unknown? Don’t be scared, scared!
My nerve ends nervously make my fingers dance as I attempt to provide them a temporary occupation-
‘Cross your fingers, close your fists,
Pretend to text, you’re better than this.’

So dear me, oh dear me I am sorry-
I am sorry for constantly holding you back;
Sorry for all the chances I did not let you take, all because
I sometimes tend to diverge my faults out as through a prism,
And have always been someone who can never jeopardize her pursuit for perfection.

Sorry, for the seeds of my anxiety have given birth to the roots of my skepticism-
For I paint doubt over every pretty scenery you etch in my mind,
My inhibitions and myself, thinking things over, rewind, rewind.

If I were Rapunzel my anxiety would be the tower that holds me encapsulated- a hostage;
With no demands whatsoever, only a plain, ruthless, endless need to cause damage.

The Silence After The Storm

The tornado had passed,
and it was felt as if it washed away,
and took with it, all the feelings she had contained in her.
The lid of her heart opened,
its contents drained with the debris
swimming in the dirty water,
with the container crashed.
Had it ever beaten before?
Perhaps it only throbbed-
loud, making its presence feel
across her body and mind.
Was it beating now?
She couldn’t tell.
Emptiness and silence exuded around her in ineffable ways.
The storm had left behind a vacuum of sounds that
couldn’t be heard anymore,
things that couldn’t be felt anymore,
and air that couldn’t be inhaled anymore.
Numbness prevailed, and deeper she delved
into the unknown.
Into a labyrinth of unopened doors and
unrealized opportunities,
feelings she shut her heart out to and
words stuck just beneath that lump in her throat
with the cries she had always sustained and the
tears she held back.
They remained now, locked into perpetuity,
for she couldn’t feel anything anymore-
a word of sympathy,
loving caresses, or helpless cries;
she was too numb to feel,
too blind to see, and too dumb to respond to them anymore.

Oblivion

I have amazing friends.
They forget me from time to time.

Just like a little pin, a paperclip, a crumpled paper, or anything else that lies in a drawer that is seldom opened.

My existence is forgotten, just as the object drops into oblivion, and suddenly one day when the drawer is opened, to collect another belonging that has a better use,

I am found-

Looked at;

I cause a momentary feeling of familiarity to resurface;

& then,

As the drawer closes,
I’m forgotten all over again.