After much effort, for the majority of time these days, I am fairly stable mentally. I remain cool and collected, positive and optimistic.
On the bad days, life tells me that this is a mere house of cards and everything comes tumbling down and I can barely catch my breath because I'm panicking and everything seems overwhelming.
On those days, picking myself up and putting myself together again is a battle against the demons in my mind which replace all the good, strong thoughts with thoughts of fear and failure.
Writing helps. Because it forces my brain to slow down and pick out individual thoughts from the roaring quagmire and put that thought into words.
So. Varsha. Replace the two F words, fear and failure, with a third F word: Faith.
From the Bhagwad Gita to the latest self-help book, everything that seeks to empower tells you to have faith, either in yourself, or in the greater universe or in whatever God there is. In the millenia that have come before me, there must have been people frantic, fearful, and fighting. And so there will be in the millenia that come after me. Their issues must have seemed insurmountable to them then, but would have seemed minor either to someone not them or to them after some point of time. Similarly, my problems seem insurmountable and overwhelming to me now, but I need to remember that at some point of time in the (near?) future, they will seem insignificant.
If I have faith that things will work out somehow, things usually will.
So, Varsh. Calm down. Show some gratitude to what you have and cultivate some faith.
The kids will be fine.
Your life will be fine.
The world will be fine.
