English and Hindi. Media Industry, Business, Slam poetry
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General) Indian (Hinglish) North American (General)Transcript
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today, I'm gonna record um the slam poetry. Not exactly the way I will perform, but yeah, I'm gonna speak it all. So yeah, A N. X. I E T Y just like this letter X. You get caught up caught up in anxiety. It all started with loneliness. I've never been vulnerable until my near and dear ones became the cause you don't understand what's happening at one moment, you're smiling, but the other, you're crying. A girl like me who was told by her friends, I have never seen you crying. You hardly cry. Whoa, what a compliment. So this turned out to be opposed. I started shedding tears 5-6 times a day. I used to beg almighty, bring me back the old me without any worry. It was a turmoil. I agree. I have been an over thinker but slowly began killing me. I still have my clip where I am crying alone in a dark room, anxiety makes you a mess. I survived fights and held the relationships and what not. They have the audacity to tear me apart even at my worst. They did every time when I collected courage to share this, the people around stabbed me, they laughed at my circumstances. So I stopped explaining to myself to family, to friends, to anyone because until you bleed or physically sick, others can't believe there's something like mental illness. Everything around me was getting unpleasant. All I could feel was pain, pain to this. My body also started functioning the same as my mind. Yes, I didn't get my peers for three months long, three months. But hmm, as soon as I started being happy, I cured, I realized I'm harming myself only myself. I knew the way is how I could let go. But the demons holding me felt like my comfort zone. I ignore people. They started ignoring too. One day I wasn't called talking and materials flowing down my cheeks. My mother being terrified, says to my father who was an Apollo, The tower. I want to spit it all. But I stepped back. I had nobody when I needed someone the most. Hey, hey, wait, don't touch my diary. I remember how strong I have been, but I couldn't escape my anxiety Slowly I did what I was supposed to reading. Meeting people and music. The best is that I prayed to God. I was blossoming and the hope was rising again. I waved goodbye to the old me. I stopped faking smiles because now I know everything is written. You can't force things, whatever has to happen will happen. So live with it. Spread smiles, stress and overthinking are still my friends and that's okay. It's humane. You know, those were my flashbacks. You'll be happy. Boom.