Manchadi
In the midst of the gradual transition from summer to autumn, I found myself grappling with a series of challenging weeks. The lack of meaningful connections, coupled with feelings of loneliness and burnout, cast a heavy shadow over my mental well-being. In a moment of clarity, I made the impulsive decision to take a much-needed week off to focus on recuperation—a choice I hadn't allowed myself in far too long. Though my decision to prioritize self-care was met with disdain from my family, who couldn't comprehend my desire for solitude, I remained steadfast in my commitment to rediscovering joy in my own company. As the days passed, I began to notice subtle shifts in my outlook. Slowly but surely, I found myself reconnecting with my work, rediscovering a sense of purpose, and, perhaps most importantly, rekindling my love for life. Recently, a series of events unfolded that felt profoundly significant to me. Therapy sessions, once a source of fatigue, began to feel revitalizing ...
