Pihu Yadav

As I sit behind the steering wheel once again on the same highway where my dad gave me the tips I would use while driving for the rest of my life, I can’t help but think about my journey as a driver.

I miss you. I know I don’t show it or say it, but I really do.

Self-gaslighting is when you pick up all the bits and pieces of sentences that were thrown at you and start weaving a different reality from them.

Nobody is going to love you like you do.

Having a mental disorder can be tough and scary, which is why it’s important to have the support of people around you.

October’s almost here and I have no idea where my year went.

It’s perfectly okay to give up on whatever or whoever isn’t helping your personal growth.

The only choice that you’re given
Is to accompany me or abandon me.
So, what’s it going to be?

Sleeping all day long and missing classes, leaving exam hall without finishing your test, losing your appetite, not taking calls – I’m sorry, but I seem to not see the beauty in that. Normal everyday activities become too hard to follow, what is so good about that?

A lot of people ask me why I am depressed. Or what was so bad that it turned into this ball of dark smoke in my heart. Now I know, it’s never one thing. It’s all the little things building up to be a giant monster that swallows you alive.

She keeps every secret hidden inside of her because she knows she has to go through it all alone. People might come and go, but they’re never going to stay.

Build your own castle if you want to live in one and don’t let anyone, and I mean anyone come in the way of your happiness. Make mistakes, fall on the ground, curse hard, and let your hair loose, sweat like a pig for all I care. Do whatever it takes to keep that smile on your face.

Lately everything has come down to this, for me at least, looking at random strangers, envying them, feeling bad about my own life and ending up depressed.

There’s been betrayal, disappointment and ignorance – that is how I would like to define my 2016 at college. I’ve tried and I’ve tried, I just don’t know what else a person is supposed to do to get an ounce of happiness.

Apologizing for being real, should be the last thing a woman should ever do in her life

In another time, he could’ve been my perfection or my forever. If only I wasn’t so tangled, if only everything was as simple as it seems, if only we’d met in any other way on any other day, maybe we would’ve had our share of time and space.

I don’t want her to be beautiful, I want her to be bold; to be strong enough to be who she is and not be like someone else.

If only this was a story written in words and not real life; if only I could state how my eyes locked back the tears every time they blinked looking at you; if only I could put down the warmth of my hands every time they were wrapped around yours.