I thought it was my throat
Or maybe my newly developed habit of eating out
Which led to such bad health for the past few months.
It didn’t strike me that it wasn’t Delhi’s pollution or the continuous stress of moving out of college soon which led me to this unfathomable state of despair and misery.
It had been ME, all along
I was killing myself gradually, engulfing my aspirations with the blanket of anxiety and insecurities.
After struggling for 3 months, it hit me.
Plugged in to cold mess at 3 am in the night, it hit me hard that it was the idea of failure which scared me than the failure itself.
I had no one when I looked around, just a night bulb faintly glowing which was enough for a person to survive.
I survived, again
Maybe this time I’m ready to face the idea and thrive.
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