I have been denying myself for months of not being ok. I indulged in various activities and programmes a year back to tackle this. I got indulged so much that my body started crying for rest and sleep, but again I denied it as I wanted nothing to take place in my brain. I was so into these things that I smiled, laughed and made puns a lot with some gangs. But I never felt any joy or happiness even though if it's my birthday or my favourite food, place, people etc. I started looking like a wreck and a piece of shit. I didn't want to talk about it because I was surrounded by the normal people who can't understand my condition or would joke about it. After some months, when my body got too much tortured, I was hospitalised . Those days were both painful and horrifying. Doctor diagnosed it as a...