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The monster approaches her slowly, tugging at her saddest and ugliest experiences. Once found, the monster, with its dark forces, plays them like a Broadway theatre in her mind, compelling her to relive her worst memories over and over again.
Like any other ghost encounter, it happens at night. It visits her every day when she’s alone after the entire household has gone to sleep. As the clock strikes 12:30 am, she feels the dreary and morbid air around her which is a definite sign of the approaching monster. She is used to it by now; so much so that at times she keeps waiting for ‘its’ arrival.
The monster approaches her slowly, tugging at her saddest and ugliest experiences. Once found, the monster, with its dark forces, plays them like a Broadway theatre in her mind, compelling her to relive her worst memories over and over again. Weirdly though, when the tears and hysteria start overwhelming her, it is the monster who cradles her in its long arms and holds her together. Finally, when the monster had had its share of torture, it guides her to a restless sleep- leaving her eyes puffed, her mind exhausted and her heart torn.
Like a slow and poisonous chemical, ‘it’ covers her in a blanket of negativity. Nothing makes her truly happy nowadays. She wanted to share her troubles many a time but felt the monster’s cold hand over her mouth every time she tried. Her smile became forced and she robotically carried on her everyday chores. Her interests and passion left her in isolation and she became devoid of all the colours of life.
In the initial days, the monster visited her only at night. Now it spread its darkness even during the day when she is busy with her daily schedule. Of course like every other horror story, again only she can see ‘it’. She was caught by surprise when one fine afternoon the demon shook her stability with its hysteria as sat for coffee with her friends.
Following this incident, she decided that the monster needed an exorcist. After days of battling the dark forces, and with the assistance of her few reliable confidants, she finally received some light which scared the monster for a good measure. She dutifully took up her abandoned interests and began perusing them. The monster now feared to visit her every day even though it did not disappear completely…
Most of you might have identified the monster by this point. ‘It’ is none other than depression, affecting 300 million people worldwide as of 2017. ‘It’ may overpower anyone, despite their social or economic position. What is even more alarming is that even the monster is gender-biased as it preys on women more than men. Our heroine in the story above, by sheer willpower somehow escaped the overwhelming influence of the monster. But such is not the case with other women out there. As if societal barriers were not enough, the monster within us further crushes our hopes, aspirations and pushes us into darkness and uncertainty. Moreover, depression is still a taboo in everyday conversation. Some even treat it as a joke and fail to realize how suffocating its grasp can be for the innocent victims.
Therefore the next time you encounter another warrior princess battling the monster, extend your support and patience. What the monster fears the most is will power to motivate oneself positively. Shower your fellow warrior princess with light and positivity to help fight the dark creature. In case the monster knocks at your door past midnight be sure to drive it away at the first chance you get employing your weapons of positivity and self-motivation.
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