Stories about depression

Graduated and jobless? Don’t give up just yet

As the graduation season hits an all high, a lot of students are left facing their futures. Companies will be welcoming some fresh graduates, while others will be seeking jobs desperately. This is a reality graduates will have to face as soon as they get their diplomas or degrees and go back to living their prior lives, with their parents. Some will be on a desperate job hunt while others will be enjoying job offers from multiple places. The thing is, our parents, teachers, and peers forgot to highlight that some of us will not get jobs right away and we will ...

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How Sofia, Ahmed and Aliya are silently suffering in Pakistan

Sofia, a young college student, has been missing since she drove off in the morning. Her parents desperately tried to stop her from driving off. She had not been herself lately; behaving erratically and driving rashly the last few weeks. She had been getting into fights with her friends, staying up all night, not eating, and was extremely irritable at home. This behaviour was not new; her family had endured these episodes quite a few times before. They dealt with her anger and moods by confining the entire family at home till things improved. In the past, clandestinely using sleeping ...

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150,000 dead and counting: When will Af-Pak’s killing spree end?

Wars are a nasty killing business, the culmination of a failure of diplomacy or resolution of conflicts in a peaceful manner. Like religious fanaticism, where reason and logic stop and aggression gives way to hostility, mankind and nations often take refuge in manoeuvring and manipulating to go one up and control situations by non-peaceful methods. For the lack of a better expression, wars are the awakening of the animal instinct in human beings. The effects and repercussions that armed confrontations leave behind are far reaching. Scars of sorrowfulness and grief that wars bring to the teeming millions are virtually an irremovable ...

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Will the Budget 2015-16 be merciful to the common man?

Zeenat Bibi lives in a small city in interior Sindh; she works as a housemaid to make ends meet. Every year she works harder and secretly hopes that her life will get better this time around. She hopes she can earn enough money to purchase sufficient food for her children, send them to school, and buy new clothes for them on Eid. But she is disappointed each time, because the harder she works, the higher the inflation rates soar, making life even more difficult for her than what it was in the past year. The life of a common man in ...

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Why can’t we bring back Ali Haider Gilani or Shahbaz Taseer?

Ali Haider Gilani, son of former Prime Minister Yousaf Raza Gilani, was abducted on May 2, 2013 during an election rally from his hometown, Multan. His secretary and bodyguard were both killed, and soon after that, the election campaign of Pakistan People’s Party (PPP) in Multan crumbled. The authorities claim that Shahbaz Taseer, son of late Salman Taseer, is also imprisoned under conditions as bad as Ali. The locations of both the political figures is said to be somewhere in Afghanistan, but has not been confirmed as yet. Yesterday, Yousaf Raza Gilani received an anonymous telephone call from Afghanistan and it happened to ...

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I am okay but let me drown myself

There is our body, and then there is our soul. When I wake up, both of them seem to take up a life of their own, leaving me out of the equation. My body refuses to move and my soul retaliates from inside, leaving me woozy and heavy-headed. They tell me it is just my hormones and this is how things are at my age. I ask them, is this how you felt when you were in my shoes? Were you even wearing the same shoes back then? The exact same fit, thread to thread, emotion to emotion, skin to skin? As children, ...

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There is a difference between #MyChoice and #DeepikasChoice

Dear Deepika, I have been a fan of yours ever since you graced us with your presence on the big screen. When you spoke out against a national publication in your country, for misusing an inappropriate picture of you, I was with you. People thought it hypocritical, seeing that you are an actress who has time and again displayed skin as a part of your work in front of the camera. But the reluctant feminist inside me still defended your right to bash the publication. When you came out to the public and admitted to have gone through a phase of depression, I admired your strength and still ...

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Remembering Vincent Van Gogh on his 162nd birthday

Vincent Van Gogh once said,  “I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say ‘he feels deeply, he feels tenderly’.” Today, his name needs no formal introduction. Everyone has heard of the 19th century iconic Dutch painter who established two significant artistic movements – Fauvism and Expressionism. He was the mastermind behind unrivalled, stunning masterworks such as The Potato Eaters (1885), The Red Vineyard (1888), Irises (1889), The Starry Night, and Wheat-field With Crows (1890). The Potato Eaters. Source: Van Gogh Gallery The Red Vineyard. Source: Van Gogh Gallery Irises. Source: Van Gogh Gallery Starry Night. Source: Van ...

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Of social media and tragedies: How you can save someone from suicide

Being an overseas Pakistani, my social media is divided into three parts. Facebook consists of solely my friends and acquaintances from Pakistan, with a dash of people from this part of the world. Instagram is quite mixed with both Canadian and Pakistani friends, and my Twitter is filled with Canadian friends and acquaintances with a few Pakistanis here and there. So it was a normal day at home when I woke up and went through the norms of browsing through my social media. Facebook had the same old ego-centric people posting about things they deemed important. Instagram saw the very people doing the same exact ...

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When I had to save myself from depression

My colleague said something (not) funny again and the room roared with laughter. Knowing that I did not share the mood in the room, I grabbed my tea and headed for the corridor. That long corridor with a single window was my solace. There, I rested my head against the wall and stared out for a while. This was my routine to de-stress my boiling brain. I closed my eyes in a futile attempt to give my superbly loquacious brain some rest. Sometimes I wished I could run far, far away from the noise, nuisance and people, and sleep for eons. Other ...

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