Happiness is a Curse...
A bride to be in a month, Kanika lived on cloud nine. At twenty six, she had everything she ever wanted, a wonderful job, dear parents, amazing friends, a loving husband and adorable in laws. She often pinched herself, trying to make sure that this dreamlike state was her actual reality. At times, she even felt guilty for being so contented in this uncontented world. She looked at the sufferings around, and in that moment, a sharp pinch of guilt pricked her. Gradually she began getting unhappy for being happy.
Soon this occasional disbelief on her near perfect life started taking a shape anxiety… inch by inch, ever growing, overpowering anxiety. Every little happiness grew her fearful of losing it all, losing her job, her family, her fiancé, her friends, everything. She was paranoid. And before anyone could know anything, Kanika fell down the rabbit hole of mental suffering.
It is one year now. Kanika, ten kgs lighter, is single, lives with her parents, works from home and is being treated for Major Depression.
It’s unfathomable how human mind works. In sadness, in scarcity, Kanika was finally feeling contented.
Maybe it’s healthy to not have it all. Maybe having everything what one wants can rob oneself of that one thing which truly drives our lives and keeps us sane: Hope and Pain.
By Priyanka M (Coffee_pen_and_paper)
