I remember the first time I spoke to my therapist a little more than a year back, I was very nervous. I knew she was my only hope now. The session went well but the end of it she asked me why I wasn’t breathing. And I started crying. This story is an honest and unfiltered struggle of a teacher with mental health. We usually tend to pressume that teachers have it all sorted out, they have to be the perfect ones, should know everything, but here it is, a heartfelt story pen downed by someone we fail to recognize as normal living humans! They feel, they mess up, they don't always want to show up! But, they are always there!
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The story talks about how forced positive thinking can work totally bizarre! Let’s make this a world where all emotions are seen respectfully. Let’s take one healing at a time. So many of us are suffering just by doing this step wrong, Raging a war inside and then going on the lookout for a truce. Can the soil give forth fruit without being nourished? I say No.
Hi, I’m Monika, and this is my story of TheUnheards or my story unheard. I remember I had so many stories to tell, so many feelings I could share just so easily, being the centre of every event. I remember how simple felt. But I don’t remember where exactly this all started crossfading into the complicated.