\n– Away<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
I have always felt the strong urge to go somewhere far away. My name is Clara Asirvatham, and I\u2019m a loner. I\u2019m a 26-year-old writer from Bengaluru. 15th Feb 1991, I and my twin happily jumped into this world from our mother\u2019s womb. I had a whole life in front of me. The world was my playground.<\/p>\n My childhood was awesome even though I lost my dad when I was few years old. I did not remember anything about him, hence suffered less emotionally. However, mom\u2019s determination and struggle to raise us couldn\u2019t stop me from missing my dad. I didn\u2019t miss him personally, but I missed the \u201cFather Figure\u201d in my life. I wanted to be a daddy\u2019s little girl too. I respected what mom was doing- a young, working, beautiful single-parent who was still getting used to the \u201cwidow\u201d tag but come on I missed dad dropping me to school.<\/p>\n I missed the \u201cFather Figure\u201d in my life, I wanted to be a daddy\u2019s little girl too<\/p><\/blockquote>\n I don\u2019t remember the date when emptiness and a feeling that I didn\u2019t know was sadness back then crept into my life. When I was 11 years old, I enjoyed playing with my sister after school time. We would reach home, freshen up and play before mom came home. Those were the best days of my life. My sister and I fought over games, laughed at our silliness, ate together, adopted a pet, tied a swing to our window, and stole each other\u2019s snacks! Little did I know, that my happiness will soon end and the beautiful curve of my lips will become straight. I stopped laughing or smiling.<\/p>\n If only someone would have stopped and asked me what was happening, I swear I would have cried. If only someone had asked me why I stopped playing, I would have told I didn\u2019t like the game of being touched inappropriately. I started dressing appropriately and avoided all my friends. This was the first time I wanted to end my life. My dad took his own life by consuming poison. I had heard many narrate to me how he ended his life. I wanted to do the same. I felt like taking a bath a million times to clean the dirt that I felt in my body. Oh wait, I think it damaged my soul more than my body.<\/p>\n I felt like taking a bath a million times to clean the dirt that I felt in my body<\/p><\/blockquote>\n We changed our house and moved closer to my school. I was happy it all ended. But did it? A few months later, a person who was a “Family Friend”, \u201cTeacher\u201d, \u201cChurch member\u201d, started abusing me. It all began when mom was not around. I thought this man who was thrice my age was a friend who came with gifts. Every day, I was being abused in my own house. I couldn\u2019t tell my mom anything as I was scared I’d upset her when she already works so much to raise us. I used to get angry whenever I saw this person though. I avoided staying alone at home and went to tuitions instead even when I knew I didn\u2019t need them. He attacked me when I came back from tuitions. He stood at the end of the street, under the tree, in the darkness.<\/p>\n \u00a0Every day, I was being abused in my own house<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Guys from my class who knew about the abuse tried taking advantage of me instead of helping me out. It broke my heart when the crush of my life proposed to me when I was 16 only to take advantage of me as the abuser had told him that he could get to me easily. I felt I didn\u2019t deserve a meaningful relationship just because I was being abused. I thought about dying but was confused how to do it.<\/p>\n Guys from my class who knew about the abuse tried taking advantage of me<\/p><\/blockquote>\n My first suicide attempt was after my first relationship failed. I was 17 years old and heartbroken. I felt men were taking advantage of me, but I longed for a man\u2019s love. I wanted someone who would protect me from my abuser. Days passed by and I finally gathered the courage to tell my sister about my abuse. She made me call the abuser\u2019s family from my mom\u2019s phone which she flicked for me. I still remember how we stood at the corner of the street, away from my house, and told the abuser\u2019s wife and son what was happening. My sister assured nothing like this will ever happen to me again. Thankfully, it didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n The scars were already there; the hurt was deep. The memories haunted me. I had nightmares of being abused almost every night. I couldn\u2019t walk straight; I slouched, I dropped my shoulders as I was so scared anyone can pull me anytime. I still walk this way. On multiple occasions, I have tried ending my life. I didn\u2019t find a purpose to live. I felt depressed, sad, lonely, and used all the time. Even during the happiest days, I have felt incomplete. I couldn\u2019t define the feeling that I felt. At one point, I glorified suicide. I just wanted to stop everything. I didn\u2019t want to feel any pain and I thought to end my life was the best solution.<\/p>\n Even during the happiest days, I have felt incomplete<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Right now, I\u2019m being treated for depression and anxiety. I\u2019m finding my way out. Counselling, dance therapy, art classes, music, travel, poetry helps. If you ask me, if it is worth trying, yes, it is! Life can throw a million obstacles at you but living through it is worth it. If you stumble and fall and you think you can\u2019t get up at all, make it a part of your dance. When you think it is all over and you can\u2019t see why you should live- hang on, breathe, stop, remember somewhere someone else feels the same way too. Suicide is not an option. You deserve to live and feel all the happiness in this world.<\/p>\n Ask for help- it makes you stronger<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Whenever your depression kicks in and your past tears you apart, remember that this is just a bend and not the end. I grew up as a fatherless girl and was vulnerable because my dad chose suicide. I don\u2019t want to do that to the beautiful people living in my life. I do not want to make my mom grieve for me; my sisters miss me.<\/p>\n I\u2019m now married to a wonderful man who loves my flaws, my deepness, my madness, my tears, my story, my past, and embraces my shortcomings. He has held my hand through depression, abuse, and has helped me put away my suicidal intentions. If you are suicidal, please talk it out to someone. There will be someone out there who is willing to listen. Don\u2019t ever be mute about abuse or suicide. Ask for help- it makes you stronger. Hey, life picked up the wrong person to mess with- didn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0Beautifully Broken My journey through depression, anxiety, and abuse. \u201cWhere do you want to go?\u201d – Away I have always felt the strong urge to go somewhere far away. My name is Clara Asirvatham, and I\u2019m a loner. 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