Catharsis : Volume 1
It’s 1pm. I’m at Third Wave, sitting with my laptop, somehow trying to find a way to pass time till my VISA biometric appointment. I don’t see a way to do that. Let’s work, my workaholic brain says. “Let’s make some alpha!”. I’d normally be happy to indulge in the intellectual endavour as always, but I was kindof bored today. So I let it slip. “Shadow work” called out my brain again. Ugh, not nowww. If anything, I’m least interested in a therapy session, that too sitting in a cafe. Too public a setting. I cannot let anyone see me cry, right? What’s the harm in trying though? Anyway, with my therapy sessions so far, I have’nt really cried once, I don’t see how that is to change today. “Let’s try”, I say. I pick up my phone, go to whatsapp to load up the chats which need the phone application to sync. In what felt like ages before the older chats actually showed up, I contemplated if it was actually a good idea to do this. “Maybe not”, I say. If it’s taking so long maybe it’s a ...