ANURADHA KAMATH
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At 2 I felt REJECTED. My mother birthed my premature sibling. At 6 I tasted the FEAR of UNKNOWN. My parents walked out of our ancestral home in the night. At 10 I experienced INFERIORITY COMPLEX. My schoolmates body shamed me. At 14 I was mostly DISLIKED. I had no real friends. At 19 they asked my fiancé to dump me for I would be PARALYTIC soon. I had tumbled down the stairs. At 23 they believed I would LOSE my first born. My pregnancy was complicated. At 25 I realized I was all ALONE. We had gone nearly BANKRUPT. At 30 they hated my guts. I had achieved tremendous success in my career. At 35 I hit severe DEPRESSION. I slept on the couch dreaming of a holiday to GET AWAY...
The complications in my pregnancy strengthened my FAITH and I birthed a healthy baby...
That day, sitting in the depths of the DARK ocean of depression, I knew I could either live and DIE as this version of story… or