Tuesday, October 17, 2017


It was a typical morning – I woke up after hitting the snooze button of my alarm for the tenth time, and as per my daily ritual, groggily opened the Facebook app on my phone. A couple of memes later, I saw the first #metoo post on my newsfeed. “If we use this hashtag enough, we might be able to demonstrate the magnitude of this problem called sexual harassment”. To be honest, my initial reaction was condescending sarcasm – “Yes, posting on my Facebook timeline will make the lecherous autowallahs at Huda City Center take note of my plight”. I didn’t believe and am still cautious of the notion that talking about the issue on social media could affect any real change. I decided not to participate in this trend – there was no point digging up repressed memories, the whole thing would die out anyway, and we will be back to square one. Clearly, inside this woman who loves to give positive gyaan, there resides a cynical feminist.

But it didn’t die down. Over the next few hours, scores of female friends kept posting stories of how they were molested by servants, drivers and even relatives – a lot of these incidents happened when they were kids. The women described how they were groped and abused, in crowded areas and so-called safe spaces, by people they trusted, inclusive of friends, cousins and uncles. I was much discomforted by these stories – partly because I feared that they would feed the voyeuristic tendencies of our society (remember how graphically we discussed the details of the Nirbhaya rape), but majorly because much of it was relatable. By evening, I was seething with anger and buzzing with thoughts.

I felt that the #metoo campaign may not give people a sense of how big this issue is, and honestly, one shouldn’t need a full-blown campaign to realize that an invasion of personal space is wrong. But the campaign could sensitize people about the behavior or habits women adopt to prevent repeat instances of such incidents. For example, the reason women go to mall/station washrooms in pairs is not to gossip about guys (don’t believe everything movies tell you and read about the Bechdel Test). Often, it is to be a guard against a creep we may encounter in the corridor that leads to the restroom. Do women pack a huge suitcase? Ask them how many clothes in there are a supposedly safer/more appropriate alternative to what they really want to wear. We set multiple alarms on an overnight bus/train journey so that we don’t sleep too deeply. We are willing to pay more and take a longer route in an Uber just so that we stay on the main road. We don’t take the cheap 5 AM flights because we would have to commute at 3 AM. Many parents don’t allow all-girls trips to places with low phone connectivity. It is not about one or two incidents; it is about major lifestyle changes that come as a result of the unsafe environment created by our perpetrators. We move on but don’t really forget.

I was amazed by the shock expressed by some of my male friends. How did they not know that sexual harassment is pretty common? What kind of utopia were they living in? Why did it take a friend to come forward for them to realize that it is serious (kind of reminded me of A Wednesday)? Would they still be as sympathetic if a Barkha Dutt or a Sagarika Ghose or a Sunny Leone came up with such stories? I know many of these shocked men did not empathize when Barkha Dutt told her experience. I also laughed at the disbelief people showed on finding out that students from “elite” colleges also misbehaved with their friends. As if education or class determined character. I recall a supposedly bright college-mate who dismissed clearly inappropriate behavior as playful banter. Harassment is so normalized that people don’t even realize when they are indulging in it.

I was also annoyed by some folks who were dismissing the campaign on the grounds that feminists are neglecting men who have been abused. Firstly, it’s not a competition. Secondly, it is an opportunity for men to come out and share stories of how they were abused but their cries were not heeded. Many men have done so, though it’s a shame that there are some who make fun of it. I’d like to know if they would find it funny if something like that happened to their children. Thirdly, and most importantly, sexual harassment is not about a gender – it is about the inherent patriarchy that hurts men and women alike. It is about using your power and privilege against someone who could not speak up, whether it is a child who didn’t know what got him or a girl who would be shamed for being molested.

So where does this leave us? What could this campaign possibly accomplish? What could be done to ensure that fewer people have to go through such harrowing experiences?

My first thought is that we make sex education and liberal arts mandatory. We need sex education to promote a healthy attitude towards sex, and we need liberal arts to introduce people to concepts of chauvinism, justice, postmodernism. I believe we need to teach these more than we need to teach the ABCs. There is a difference between literacy, education and enlightenment, and we need to have enlightened citizens who respect and value each other. We need citizens who understand personal rights and boundaries, who appreciate an individual’s thoughts and beliefs, and who could question regressive practices. One can learn subjects and skills at any stage of their life, but they need to develop a liberal and respectful mindset before they are conditioned by a patriarchal society. We must proactively demand these topics in the school curriculum.

Secondly, let’s stop victim shaming. We have all been guilty of doing this at some point of our life, but we can check ourselves in the future. Now that the campaign has established that molesters don’t care for clothes, age or time of the day, let us stop blaming the one who suffered. I’d also urge people to speak up, for themselves and others. The men for whom this has been a revelation could be more alert about harassment happening around them – abuse could be as simple and obscure an act as lingering on a woman’s hands while exchanging currency or purposefully bumping into a woman. Be alert, and call out those who feel there would be no consequences.

Thirdly, let’s be aware and informed citizens. Let us understand the rights and legal remedies that the Constitution offers us. Let us hold our authorities accountable for not preventing or punishing such unlawful behavior, and let us not be afraid of reporting it. And it’s not always upon the system to protect us, or keep us in check. The next time you are assigned a training about sexual harassment, go through it attentively, seriously and proactively. Don’t just do it to check the boxes. Ask your organization about Vishakha guidelines. Don’t suggest someone who files a sexual harassment complaint to change departments or companies – it will only encourage the offender.

Finally, let’s empathize. I hope I won’t have to explain again why having a women’s coach in the metro is a good idea. I hope we won’t laugh when a guy is almost raped in a movie (e.g. Badrinath ki Dulhaniya). I hope we won’t disregard a celebrity’s experience as a publicity stunt. I hope we won’t tell our friends that they are making mountains out of molehills. I hope HR professionals won’t suggest internal mobility for a woman who complains of sexual harassment. And I sure hope we won’t write-off feminism as an unnecessary fad. 

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Of Bandhan & Raksha

Thoughts on Bandhan:

Yesterday, on 7th August 2017, India celebrated Raksha-Bandhan, a festival that has for the longest time replenished my pocket money and chocolate stash. This unique festival that celebrates the loving (and quarrelling) bond between a brother and a sister has been my favorite since I was a little kid. And no, it’s not (just) because as per tradition I get gifts and money from my brothers in exchange for handmade rakhis (a rather handsome deal, I must admit). It’s because Raksha Bandhan is a celebration of your family, of your siblings and cousins, something tangible, unlike other festivals where God becomes the center of attention.

My earliest memories of Raksha-Bandhan are from Lucknow. We would go to my grandparents’ house, where numerous first and second cousins across generations would come together to celebrate the occasion. There would be multiple rounds of rakhi-tying and a dozen boxes of Kalakand, and there would be much fanfare. There still is, but it’s been a long time since my brother, Aniruddh and I were in town for the celebration. In fact, it’s been a long time, 8 years in fact, since Aniruddh and I have been in the same town for Raksha-Bandhan – ever since I left home for hostel and then work.

Ironically, it’s in the last 8 years that our friendship has become stronger. We were never the “Hum Sath Sath Hain” type of siblings – we were always fighting with each other, unless one of us needed something from our parents, when we fought together. I used to break his action figures, and he used to give me karate chops. We spoke to each other only with sarcasm (still do), and used to sneak into the kitchen for a piece of cake during the afternoon, when Mom slept until our argument about the size of the piece would wake her up. But in the past 8 years, living miles apart, we have grown closer – we advise each other about careers and cocktails, keep each other’s secrets from our parents and also pulled off an epic prank on them. Raksha Bandhan, now, is just another excuse to call each other and discuss family gossip. 

We love each other, in our own weird way, and who needs a rakhi to be reminded of it?

Thoughts on Raksha:

Traditionally, Raksha Bandhan is about a promise that the brother makes to his sister – that he will always protect her. This time around, I saw advertisements about sisters who protected their brothers. In the case of me and Aniruddh, it is tough to ascertain who protects whom – most of the time it is our parents who are protecting us, from the world, and very often, from each other.

The concept of “raksha” has obvious patriarchal roots, that a man is needed to protect a woman. Most women, from urban educated families at least, are living independently and they have learnt how to take care of themselves. If siblings live miles apart, like Aniruddh and I do, one can’t really expect the Bhai to be around for the Behen’s raksha. Some would say that it’s about time that the patriarchal idea of “raksha” gets officially retired.

Except that we are still living in a patriarchal society, where a woman who is driving back from somewhere at midnight is stalked and harassed by drunken men, high on male privilege and influence. We are still living in a society where the female is questioned for being out at night, and shamed just for having male friends or getting a drink. We are in a society where the lack of a “related male escort” at night makes you an easy target for potential maulers and rapists who would justify their act on account of you not having a “related man” to “protect” you. But, would having “related men” – brothers, fathers, husbands, fiancées – with us make us automatically safe? I doubt that. In fact, none of us would have the men in our lives put in dangerous situations just because they are men – our Bhais are not exactly Bajrangi Bhaijaans who can take on goons and hoodlums by themselves. Those familiar with the story of Keenan and Reuben from Mumbai know that the presence of a male protector does nothing to a crowd of molesters. And there are more such examples in recent memory. So who can give us “raksha”?

Keeping in mind the thought behind this festival, rakhis are also sent to soldiers, police officers, and as people can see from various photo-ops, to many major politicians. Recent events have clearly demonstrated that the latter might just be the people you need raksha from. It’s up to the rest of the government machinery, the police, the bureaucrats and the judicial system, to do their job properly. 

And they shouldn’t need rakhis to be reminded of it.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Mother's Day Special!

It’s that time of the year again, when our news feeds are spilling with selfies of our friends with their mothers, and companies are bending over backwards to bring out ads saluting the spirit of a mother. Having had long WhatsApp discussions with my brother about what to gift my mom this year (and eventually sticking to the good old flowers), and having finally found and uploaded a picture in which both Mom and I look good, I sat down to think of what Mother’s Day is really about.

Interestingly, the origin of Mother’s Day is not as cheerful as the holiday itself. The inspiration behind Mother’s Day was a lady called Ann Jarvis, who lived in Virginia during the mid 1800s. Ann Jarvis bore about a dozen children over a period of 17 years, but only four survived childhood diseases like measles and typhoid, and unsanitary conditions. As someone who had experienced immense loss due to poor health and sanitary conditions, Ann began Mother’s Day Work Clubs which aided and educated families to reduce infant mortality.

During the American Civil War (1861-1865), Virginia broke into Western Virginia, and saw some of the earliest conflicts. Both the Union and Confederate suffered huge losses, and Ann’s Mother’s Day Clubs started working for the soldiers of both the camps. Ann Jarvis felt deeply for the mothers who had lost their sons to the war. After the war ended, she organized “Mothers Friendship Day” for soldiers from both sides and their families, to start the healing process. She had always wished for someone to start a day to honor mothers. After her death in 1905, her daughter Anna Jarvis took it upon herself to fulfill the wish.

Three years after her mother’s death, Anna Jarvis organized a special memorial service in honor of mothers. She also sent five hundred white carnations, which were her mother’s favorite flowers, to all those who had attended the service. She campaigned vigorously to make Mother’s Day first a national holiday in the US and then an international holiday. In 1914, President Woodrow Wilson signed a proclamation making the second Sunday of May as Mother’s Day. But Anna’s happiness about this was short-lived.

As is still prevalent, this sentimental holiday was quickly commercialized, and greeting card, flower and confectionary industries made immense profits from selling Mother’s Day special commodities. Of course, we all see why! Even Facebook introduces the “Flower/Grateful Reaction” in May, riding on the association of carnations with Mother’s Day. Anyway, Anna Jarvis felt that these industries were exploiting the idea, and felt that the ideal way to celebrate Mother’s Day was to actually pay her a visit and spend quality time with her. She was so resentful of the commercialization that she held protests to rescind the holiday. She was arrested in 1948 for disturbing peace, and was reportedly placed in a sanatorium. She dies a year later.

While I understand the sentiments of Anna Jarvis, I also feel that giving gifts, or even posting stuff on social media is not a lesser way of celebrating the day, as long as you actually care for your mother. Of course, it’s a personal choice – it’s completely acceptable to not make a fuss out of it, and show your mom, and not the world, that you love her. Many people are quick to judge people who are celebrating, or at least posting about this day, calling it westernization of culture. And while that may be true, it comes from a good place.

Now I won’t go all mushy about the importance of mothers in one’s life – it is undeniable, and there are already enough videos and songs doing that. It’s difficult to be on Facebook during Mother’s Day weekend without feeling homesick. Add to it an online playlist dedicated to the woman, especially with the song, “tujhe sab hai pata, hai na ma!”. I remember the first time I heard the song, and saw its video. My family and I were watching the movie Taare Zameen Par, from a DVD. When the song came up, I was crying, true to the label of the emotional fool of the family. But when I turned around to see the others, I found that I wasn’t alone. It really is a powerful song, and I felt its effect again when I saw Shankar Mahadevan perform it during my college's cultural fest. Getting thousands of young adults, who are looking to party, misty-eyed at once is no small feat. But it’s not my favorite “Ma wala gaana”.

My favorite is this gem from Khoobsurat, called “Ma ka phone aaya”. It is symbolic of how crazy and intuitive our moms can be, calling us when something is going wrong, especially when we are going wrong. It is also a reminder of how terribly important it is to not miss her call, and the drama that follows if you do. And that even our moms dread missing the calls from their moms. The song is fun, like our friendship with our moms, and it makes them human.

For a very long time, moms have been idolized as symbols of selflessness and sacrifice. And don’t get me wrong, I do believe that mothers give up a lot to bring us up. As I see some of my friends and colleagues bear and have kids (with joy for them and dread for the process), I realize that it takes immense strength and unlimited patience to raise children. (Seriously, how does one do that?) But, if we constantly condition them to become epitomes of sacrifice, or super-women, or goddesses, we take away from them the freedom to be human, and make mistakes, and make choices better suited to them than to their children. It makes us trivialize their struggles, for we expect them to wear them as a badge of honor. If we start seeing them as humans, and start taking our share of responsibilities, we might help them better than by singing odes to their love and courage. Of course, it is easier said than done – it means we have to work, and not call Mom every single time there is a confusion or difficulty (something I am very much guilty of). But it might give our moms more time for themselves, and help us become better children, and truly display the spirit of Mother’s Day.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Depression As We Know It

A few weeks ago, I woke up to news of another suicide from Kota, the coaching hub for entrance exams. The news took me back to my own memories of entrance exam preparations, and how horrid those days seemed in general. While we did put up brave faces despite negative scores on mock tests, and had our share of fun at school, a lot of us felt our confidence had eroded and some of us were deeply disturbed by the intense pressure. As I mulled over the lack of psychological support provided in India, and read stories of celebrities like Biswa Kalyan, or watched with horror the popular series 13 Reasons Why, I realized that depression is even more common in adults, who had never been taught to deal with the struggles of life that often put dents in our souls. In fact, I know of more people who are going through depression in their mid-20s, and that many more are fighting it silently.

In spite of depression being such a common condition, it is only recently that people have started talking about it, and opening up to their loved ones. However, a lot of us don’t fully understand the reasons behind a friend’s depression, and often don’t know how to support them. Wanting to do something about it, I rolled out a survey on Facebook. The survey was short and anonymous, the major questions being:
         1.     Age Group
         2.     Broad reason for depression
         3.     Did you overcome it, and how?
         4.     What could be done to help people with depression?

Sure enough, the sample space was very limited, but I got 26 responses in 2-3 days. The number doesn’t seem a lot, but it also means that there are at least 26 people in my friends list who are going through or have suffered depression. It was also heartening to see them open up, and put themselves in a vulnerable position by giving fairly detailed responses, just so that people become more aware about this condition. I truly appreciate them for their courage, and with this article, I hope to bring their voices to the world by talking about the broad themes from the survey.

The age of depression

About 92% of the respondents to my survey were in the age group of 19-30 years, which is understandable since most of my acquaintances on Facebook fall in this age group. But the majority of these respondents were depressed during their early 20s, the time most of us start living away from home. About 73% said that they were depressed when they were between 19 and 24 years of age. Some 15% said that they were suffering during adolescence, at the rebellious and complicated age of 13-18 years. About 12% respondents said they were going through a tough time during the time they were 25-35 years of age. Keeping aside the inherent bias in the sample space, there clearly is a lot of unsaid struggle involved in growing up, and this struggle is manifesting itself in unpleasant ways. So what is it about growing up that is affecting us so much?


The culprits behind depression

I was surprised to find that the top contributor to depression was romantic relationships. It was closely followed by peer pressure/identity crisis and career related pressures, which were actually my top suspects. As I thought about these results, and read some of the responses, I came up with certain theories about why these are the top culprits behind depression.

    1. Romantic Relationships

We often dismiss romantic relationships, especially during adolescence or early 20s, as unnecessary distractions, as this is the age when we are supposed to “find ourselves”, “make a career”, or “live freely”. But it is the most important thing on our minds, at least for a significant fraction of our time. And while we tend to ascribe it to growing sexual attraction, the need for romantic relationships is often deeper than that. Of course, attraction is an essential aspect of a romantic relationship, but the validation that comes from it goes a long way in giving one a confidence boost. Yes, I know, we don’t need no validation, but did we know that when we were freckled teenagers dealing with body image issues? And the need for this validation goes beyond the physical. Adolescence, and early 20s is usually when we are either rebelling or trying to fit in, and either way we are lost. It helps to have a companion in all this confusion, someone who is going through something similar circumstances, and is accepting you with your imperfections.

One would argue that friends can do the same for you, but this is where Bollywood/Hollywood driven social conditioning kicks in. From a very tender age, we have been seeing stories of people who found a perfect partner, for whom one could say, like Tom Cruise, “You complete me”. And as we start looking for a loyal companion, we hold on to that ideal, even though the reality may be very different from our expectations. And let’s not forget, even our significant others are going through a confusing period in their lives. At this point, it is helpful to remember what Kate Winslet says in this scene from the movie “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lvNGhBXTU0

      2. Peer pressure / Identity crisis

As I mentioned earlier, late teens to early 20s are the time when most of us are trying to find ourselves. And more often than not, we find ourselves trying to fit in within a group. There are a lot of internal conflicts going on. As we step out of the comfort zone of our families, we are often face to face with a culture shock, and it takes time to understand what our core values really are. Am I an extrovert, or an introvert? Do I like taking risks and experiment, or do I like making the comfortable choice?

We also meet some people that we look up to, and often change ourselves to like them. Our friend circles also keep on changing, which is natural as people change. But these relationships become all too important at the time, and indirectly affect how confident we feel about ourselves. We see the filtered lives of our friends on social media, and sometimes that also adversely affects how we see our own lives. And while all of this is a part of growing up, there’s no outlet for teenagers and young adults to share these insecurities. There are no guidance counsellors in Indian schools, and not all families talk about feelings as much. I also understand when more experienced adults say that you eventually get over it, but clearly, these struggles affect some people more than others. And that is enough for us to sit up and take notice.

     3. Career related pressures

We are all too familiar with the professional expectations set in India – getting into the best college (where the cut-off is sometimes even 99% marks), getting a professional degree, getting a job that pays well and having a fancy title. In the quest for all of this, there is hardly time to understand what your own skill set and aspiration is. Of course, a lot has been said about it, and beautifully captured in books and movies like 3 Idiots and Tamasha, but sadly not much has been done about it.

A contradictory narrative is also building up these days – that of following your passion, and doing what you love. This narrative judges you for doing a boring, corporate job, and accuses you of being materialistic with no zest for life. While my experience with people in the corporate world has been completely opposite, there’s an increasing pressure to be “unique”. But where does this leave people who have not yet found their passion? Or those for whom a certain lifestyle or income is important?

At the crux of this conflict between a conventional career, and the road less traveled, are two things – the definition of professional success, usually measured by the money earned, and the lack of career counselling provided in schools. While there is a lot of focus on certain subjects (read mathematics and science), and the careers that they lead to (engineering and medicine), there is not enough focus on others. The theory of multiple intelligences, by Howard Gardner, says there are eight modalities of intelligence – then why do we work only on one? This undue spotlight ends up burning students out, and often leads to depression.

     4. Others

I had a host of other reasons listed, including parental or marital issues. But one reason that I missed out was “Health”, and seeing it in one of the responses stumped me, because I, myself had gone through a brief period of medication-related depression. Because somehow, we still haven’t started thinking of depression as a health disorder. Diseases like PCOD and hypothyroidism often have depression as a symptom. Medication for conditions like blood pressure, cholesterol, menopause and even birth control list depression as a possible side-effect. We tend to forget that our minds are also a part of our body, and depression is a mental illness, not necessarily driven by external factors.

Overcoming the Demon

I was happy to learn that most of the respondents had learn to conquer, or at least keep at bay, the demon of depression. About 77% respondents said they had gotten over depression, while 11% said there while it was a recurring phenomenon, they had learnt to tackle it. Some 12% said they were still depressed, and I would urge them to keep believing in themselves, and take help if you need.


In the survey, I had also asked what helped people tame depression. Here are some of the responses:

    1.  Life, or time: While we all face our share of insecurities and vulnerabilities during teenage or early 20s, with time we become more adept at handling them, and more comfortable in our own skin. So, if identity crisis is what you are facing, just hang in there, my friend, for things do get better.
    2.   Acceptance: The first step to solving a problem is acknowledging there is one. It is a difficult task, for people generally dismiss depression as boredom, or laziness. But constant feelings of dejection could also be clinical depression, and recognizing that the feeling is persisting for a long time is vital.  
    3.  Medication/Therapy: The testimonials I received in my survey emphasized greatly the importance of talking to a counsellor. And it makes sense, right, having an impartial person, with no personal role in your situation, listen to your problems and help you solve it? Even if one is not clinically depressed, it is worth talking to a professional about what is bothering you.
    4.    Friends & Family:  We tend to underestimate how much our friends and family care for us, especially when we are trying to deal with our insecurities. The truth is, all of us are involved in our own personal struggle, and often fail to recognize what our near ones are going through. If you are feeling depressed, as much as it angers you to be the one who approaches, you have to sit your people down and tell them what you are feeling. Your friends and family may really surprise you.
    5.   Self-work: Unfortunately, most of the fight is to be fought alone, and needs working on yourself, and your self-esteem. A lot of respondents talked about taking up a new job, or moving to a new place, or taking up a new challenge – basically moving out of the comfort zone. They also talked about watching or reading inspirational content, and working on that one thing that makes you feel accomplished.

What could be done?

So what could one do to help a friend in need, or just the cause of mental health awareness? The survey asked the same question, and here are some suggestions:

   1. Be nice, and don’t judge. As someone who has judged others, and been judged myself, I can say with conviction that the entire process adds no value - zilch, nada. And while one is often tempted to judge others, it is worthwhile to take at least a moment to empathize with them, for everyone is fighting their own battle. And maybe if we knew of their problems, we would gladly accept ours and cherish them.
    2.  Do not gaslight. Putting someone down to feel better about oneself is the way most of us deal with our own insecurities, but it can end up hurting someone far deeper than we thought it would.
    3. Help your friends or family find things that they love, or that make them happy – hobbies, passions or a change in scenery. A friend once confessed that the only reason she didn’t consider suicide when she was depressed was because the 7th part of Harry Potter hadn’t come out yet, and she wanted to read it before she died. While this is a slightly frightening example, it still shows that life is in the simpler things, which sometimes is all you need to deal with the bigger challenges.
    4.  Listen to them. Don’t preach. Don’t console. Don’t pity. Share your own experiences, if any, but with an intent to help and not brag. A person who talks to you about their depression is putting all their vulnerabilities in front of you, and it’s essential to respect that.
    5.  Encourage them to see a psychologist, without any stigma. Sometimes, it helps to have a third-party listen to your problem without any vested interest. A lot of the correspondents recommended this, and there is no reason why you shouldn’t recommend it to your friend – you want to see them happy after all.
    6.  Stay loyal to them. There goes a saying that a person is the sum of the five people they spend the most time with. But in practicing that, we tend to ignore friends who have now become pessimistic, or cynical or anxious without understanding the reason why. It just may be that these are the people who need your help, and who hang out with you because YOU bring positive energy. Life is full of ups and downs, and sometimes, it is as important to embrace negativity, as it is to be optimistic.
    7.  Raise awareness. There is a lack of infrastructure to tackle mental health issues in India. Neither are we taught how to deal with such issues at school, nor are there enough specialty clinics with professional psychologists to help the depressed. When you are depressed, you are deeply concerned about privacy and anonymity, and there aren’t many channels that offer this. So it is up to us to talk about the need for such platforms, contribute to making them happen. There are companies that offer counselling to employees of different firms that are in contract with them – try to get your firm associated with them. If you are a parent, demand that the school organize sessions by experts to help your children understand and tackle these pressures. And speak up to remove the taboo around seeing a therapist.
    8. Change the narrative. Let’s start to redefine what success and failure are, reimagine who is desirable and who is not. Let’s re-evaluate the ideal that we are striving towards, that makes so many of us feel inadequate or incompetent. And let’s learnt to accept our differences. If nothing else, always be willing to share your chocolate – it may ward off somebody else’s dementors, well, at least temporarily.