(Part 2/2) “I had to share what I was going through with someone. A life of suffering is a difficult one and all you have around are people. I told this to my family but real help came from my neighbour who suggested I visit a well-known doctor in Kathmandu. I could waste no time. I was running out of breath. So at once, I packed my bag, requested a friend to come with me, and then darted towards Kathmandu. I remember it was not a pleasant trip. I remember my condition had worsened but the discomfort I was feeling at the time is inexplicable. The few hours of wait to see the doctor was one of the worst moments of my life. I ran to the nearby pharmacy and he gave me a pill which calmed me. When I saw the doctor, he listened to me intently. And for the first time, I felt there are people who listen. So when he listened, I shared my troubles. Of being sick, unable to walk, of my fear, and the oxygen I was not getting. He then told me I had anxiety disorder and depression. He prescribed me a few medicines and I went back home. Those medicines cured me. And after every few months, I kept visiting him and now my medicines have reduced to just a pill. Which I plan to cut down in half when the time is right. Eventually, I want to be clean of the medicines too. I know I can do that. I am keeping myself busy and eating healthy. I understand today that we are depressed because we love lost connection with each other. It has thinned to the extent of snapping. And we are all becoming lonely. I realized working on our relationship would certainly improve our conditions. So today, I listen carefully. And I share. There is no shame in sharing. There is shame in talking bad about people who suffer. But there is no shame in sharing.”

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