That there’s some other person out there who has gone through what you’re going through and they are now fine. To be able to accept our own sadness, we need to know that it’s okay to feel that way. It all came pouring out and I realized that that’s what I had been missing. Not because of the pain I had felt that day but because of the pain I’d felt till that day. Because I hadn’t experienced it.Īnd once I got older and experienced my first heartbreak, I understood it – the pain. Back then, I was foreign to concepts of love and longing and people’s need to belong. And I remember my sisters completely bawling their eyes over it but I couldn’t understand why. I don’t remember a lot from it but there was this scene towards the end when the protagonist guy confesses to the girl. They were much older than me and it remains the only time I have watched that movie.
When I was very young, probably 8 or 9-years-old, I remember watching Pride and Prejudice with my cousin sisters. I’d even squint my eyes and rub them till they were red or inflict physical pain upon myself and it would indeed hurt. My chest would hurt, throat would well up, I’d often get dizzy and nauseous. And the worst part of it all was that I couldn’t cry, no matter how badly I wanted to. So, basically, I had no real reason to be unhappy. My parents are the nicest people in the world and every day I feel grateful for being born as their child. During that time, I often wondered why I felt the way that I did. I’m 23 years old now and am reasonably happy but for most of my teenage years, I really wasn’t.Ĭlinical Depression, my diagnosis was. Let’s begin!Ī girl in her late-20s tries to come to terms with her sadness and inability to form human connections by developing acceptance for herself weird, ugly, broken pieces and all. This week I try to give my thoughts on Nagata Kabi’s critically lauded auto-biographical tale, My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness. Welcome, friends and foes alike, to week 3 of Manga Musings on Mondays.
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