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Till you address my self-worth, self-care tools are meaningless

You know the adage, “if you tell a depressed person to go for a run, you should be shot”? You don’t? Not yet, cause it’s mine.

Alcoholics have a disease, folks with diabetes have a disease, and so do codependent people with personality disorders. Except that with the depressive ones among us, the disease is born of a fathoms deep sense of being shit. Being too much.
Too pessimistic, too sad, too sensitive, too needy, too controlling – we’re carrying around a bag so heavy with the ways in which we’re messed up that it’s genuinely unimaginable to us what y’all folks are doing planning haircuts and dalgona coffee during the lockdown.

We’ve been carrying around a fundamental sense of badness for so long that when we’re down and you give us some super obvious self-care task to do, we’re hard on ourselves for not being able to do it.

I’m a therapist and peer-support advocate and my beloved kitten Kumi’s death on 8th May sent me into bed and old depressive spirals about offing myself and giving it all up to turn into a nun. Again. I mean enough already, I’m a therapist and peer-support advocate FFS. It’s been seven years of this, why do I keep coming back to killing myself, what the hell is going on?

Let me tell you, trying to use CBT tools when you’re depressed and feeling unworthy, probably depressed because your unworthiness is triggered, is like sticking your neck out for repeated chapeds across the face. It’s not that these CBT tools and manifestation tools and the rest of what positive psychology~new age tools has to offer is worthless. Far from it.

It’s that until you help me resolve my fundamental sense of badness, unworthiness, too-muchness, I won’t want to use any of it. I won’t want to feel better, I won’t internalize any of the feel good mantras you’re giving me and I definitely will not be able to feel gratitude for all the good things in my life, because I have my head so far up my ass I can’t even properly see them yet.

Please know that I’ve been intellectually aware of my sense of unworthiness from the first time I was depressed – it was actually a healer by name of Minal Arora that pointed it out to me. This was sometime in 2014. It’s been at least six years since then, and only because I lost a cat in circumstances that were totally outside my control could I finally face the fact that I have been blaming myself for every thing that went wrong in my life because the people around me could not see me for who I am till it was too late. I have internalized planet-sized shame around being sensitive, and different and it has made me feel like I need to protect people around me from me.

Which if you’ve met me you know is frankly ridiculous. 🙂

So having emerged from this final bloody round (I swear to god Aqseer) of suicidal ideation, revisiting the first principles and asking about the meaning of life, here’s what I gotta say to myself, and to you.

Couple things happened to you that were not in your control.

You survived those things, you survived the drive when you weren’t at the steering wheel. Now it’s time to grab that wheel with both hands, and choose the road you wanna go down.

Because you see yourself, and love yourself, and know your worth, you will choose in every moment to be in your body, to practice gratitude, and give yourself what you need.

Everything is figureoutable, and now, you wanna figure it out. For you. Go you.

For those of you that are struggling with your sense of worth, write to me for an appointment at, we’ll get you there.

– Aqseer

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Pavitra in her element

Food supplements for depression and anxiety

In my own recovery from depression and anxiety, I have largely relied on good old Lithium and dedicating myself to my work and spiritual practice. This is not to say that that is the route to recovery for us all. Far from it.

There are people that just won’t take psychiatric medication because they don’t like the feeling of dependency. There are people for whom it doesn’t work. There are people who want to transition from it to natural substitutes. And there are people who believe in treating an illness like depression or anxiety in a holistic, mind-body-soul way.

Whichever description fits you, I’m excited to share with you some learnings from a conversation with friend and self taught food-therapist, Pavitra Nanthan.

Let’s cut to the chase here, is food therapy real?

In a word, yes. There is considerable research to establish the connection between the gut and the brain. Think about when you’re about to get on stage to deliver a speech, the performance anxiety you’re facing makes your stomach queasy.

So you could take an anti-anxiety medication that would calm your mind down. Could you also drink a calming tea that could soothe your tummy, and would that relax your mind? The science says yes.

But can food supplements be a substitute for psychiatric medication?

For a person willing to make their body their temple and adjust their lifestyle to the feedback their body is giving them, changing what they eat is absolutely essential to recovery from chronic illness, depression, anxiety and feeling revitalized.

Having said that, it’s not enough to go on an intense detox for 1.5 months and then ride that “borrowed immunity” in an urban setup – your body will slide again and attempting to recover from a serious illness in that environment without pharmaceutical medication will be slow, and tough.

So, for folks on a maintenance dose, i.e. for people that have stabilized on their psychiatric medication, or for people dealing with low grade depression and anxiety, food supplements and mindful eating can go a long way in helping you maintain your progress or manage your illness. But given the extent of enmeshment with stressed out urban life, we cannot say with confidence that it works as a full substitute for psychiatric medication.

What do we mean by listening to the body and making lifestyle changes accordingly?

Well, my friend here had done enough introspection to know that she felt less depressed when she was in nature, and ideally working with the soil, being physically active. Ayurveda felt too structured, pharmaceutical medication was clearly a band-aid solution, neither of them seemed to be treating the cause. So she went on a journey to Sehatvan, an action research space for forest therapy, purely to heal her body.

That was a life-changing experience where she discovered “what the body is capable of doing when you do nothing to it.” Autophagy or self-devouring is a natural response of the body to fasting (such as a 6 day water fast) where deprived of external nutrients, the body begins to feed on toxins built up inside.

She says it’s after this fast that she first felt free of depression in years.

Context in place, let’s talk about nutmeg, cinnamon and turmeric/curcumin.

  1. Ever heard of poshto? The legendary Bengali dish guarantees a heavy head and good sleep due to the properties of poppy seeds, a natural drug used in ancient India to help people rest and recover. I’m told nutmeg has the same properties and when consumed in tea, increases dopamine levels in the body and gives us a mood boost. Imbalanced flora in the gut is implicated in depression and nutmeg soothes that wonderfully, she says.
  2. Cinnamon tea has an especially calming effect on Pavitra – at the same time she cautions that every body is different and the key here is to cultivate enough self-awareness to know what our body needs when.
  3. Turmeric or haldi is a favourite in Indian kitchens, and I’ll always chuckle at Kanan Gill’s bit on how we collectively attribute mysterious, yet total healing powers to it. Pavitra tells me that it does in fact have anti-inflammatory properties, keeping the gut alkaline, which is a good offset for all the acidic processed food we tend to consume, especially during social isolation. Please note that turmeric needs a carrier to be digested – so if you’re off milk, try mixing it with jaggery, or boil water and drink it with some pepper; otherwise you can just mix it in some ghee.

In closing, I am far from an expert on food therapy, but this conversation has shown me that there’s lots to learn here about healthy, sustainable ways to feel better, to feel good.

– Aqseer

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Wake-up Corona

For a long while, I have struggled with balancing 5d (spiritual) and 3d (material) realities. For instance, if we individually choose our soul families, what does that mean for how we collectively respond to child sexual abuse?

That some of us choose a particular set of experiences for our soul’s growth cannot mean giving up on collective responsibility for that experience in this world, maya or samsara as it may be.

In other words, if our material world will never be the same after this pandemic, what are we going to do about it?

Before we get to that, here’s two major don’ts.

Do not succumb to the temptation of other-ing.

On one level, the virus is being traced to Chinese wet farms. Before we point fingers at “them”, we have to question why wildlife farming began in the first place. We may then find that we have a collective responsibility for the poverty that drove this practice in the beginning, AND for the greed that kept it going. If the universe is a fractal hologram, endlessly reflecting itself, we have an opportunity here to heal the parts of us that want to blame the other so we get past “us and them” and get to ‘we’ in fighting this together.

Do not see this pandemic as an isolated three-six months of our lives.

In our lifetimes, we have not seen a public health issue of this magnitude. The last such experience was in 1918 with the great plague. I’m concerned for pot-banging denial that goes looking for sparkly masks and fails to understand that the present moment is screaming at us to change our lifestyles significantly in preparation of what is to come.

Here’s what to do, based on your personality adaptations.

1. If you’ve seen this coming and were tending to schizoid anyway, here’s your chance to find your purpose, your route to connect with others meaningfully.  Its time to use your expertise, and ability to chill by yourself and show us the way out.

2. If you’re codependent (borderline adaptation), this is a great opportunity to get on your two feet, emotionally. Learn to ask for what you need, don’t expect people to read your mind, don’t overextend or chase people that give you just enough to keep you hooked. This is a great time for dating, counter-intuitively. People looking for an easy lay are hopefully going to look elsewhere as long as this self-isolation lasts.

3. If you’re narcissistic and know it, deep dive into your artistic/creative/showboating side, turn it into a side-hustle, get your need for admiration met in a healthy, constructive way.

If you’re planning a major life-change already, let me know in the comments.

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– Aqseer

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Photo by Mir Shaani, for The Bicyclist

Becoming Wo-man

I always walked weird in school. All the way up until two months ago. Having an abortion helped me come into my own body as a woman, helped me appreciate my tits and pussy. And I began to sway a bit, lean into the full width of my hips.

But it’s only now, at 29 that I actually want to walk that way.

Dude looks like a lady. 

I mean what do you want to know and why? Why it happened? What happened? How I survived? How I and a few volunteers painstakingly built a brand over 5 years with 1,50,000 rupees by way of funding, with a lead therapist that only has an MA from a cult-y psych school after switching tracks from law, and struggles with alcohol use and codependency?

I’ll tell you what. Goddamn faith. That’s it. It doesn’t have to be in God. But you gotta believe in something. All of this pain boils down to a crisis of meaning. Here’s a shocker. There is no inherent meaning in life. You have to find it for yourself. You have to craft it together, break it down then build it up, copy, steal, whatever.

You need to believe. That you’re here for something. That there’s something only you can say. So that this endless churn at least has some purpose. A broad goal. While you learn to “be.”

I was born a girl child to service kids, my mother, a writer and lifelong learner, my dad, a fighter pilot in the IAF and eternal joker. I was a social introvert, kinda hanging in my room reading all the time but also loving Air Force parties and bouncing, our spin on after parties. I loved the space, I loved the sky, I loved digging holes in the ground with my reluctant yet transfixed sister in tow.

In class 6 I moved to big bad Delhi with scary skirt lengths and dangerously invisible socks. My turn to be transfixed. I adjusted slowly, understanding in time how much I cared about popularity versus individuality, how little attention from boys I could live with, how much of an agony aunt I wanted to remain.

No one sees us, the echoists, and yet y’all would die without us to perform for. More on that later. Y’all are the narcissists by the way. You could potentially bracket us as the borderlines. I’d rather see this whole thing as an internal imbalance of the masculine (narc) and feminine (borderline) energies that tussles with the “external” imbalance of human (masc, mind) and nature (fem, body).

So what happened? It feels like a lifetime ago and I’ve had the great fortune to process it repeatedly during my Masters and recovery. So to me the nuts and bolts of it are besides the point.

I went to the best law school in the country, indulged in an abusive relationship for 5 years, broke up, lived my slut life, didn’t process the break up or development sector disillusionment, smoked pot every day, fell in limerence with an emotionally unavailable dude and crash landed into a 8 week in-bed depression.

That was the first time. I knew enough to know that the depression was actually an existential crisis, perhaps even a crisis of the self. Who am I? What am I here for? What is the meaning of karma, why should I believe in it? What about M theory? How does that fit in? Why haven’t quantum physicists cracked this yet if they’re so goddamn smart?

All of this took to my MA through about 1.5 years of pure recovery and exploration.

When it started I was badly hung up on limerence-dude, had stopped enjoying working for a pakoda-worshipping NGO, however wide the exposure, and was basically numb and sluggish on ganja. I’m lucky I didn’t experience ganja psychosis, hallucinations on top of all that suicidal ideation would have made me jump.

[Trigger warning]

If you want to kill yourself by the way, please find a painless way to do it. There aren’t really any. There, saved you some research.

Look I’m not being flippant, and there are serious situations in which I think suicidal is absolutely rational (take me to court bitches), but most of the time I think it’s extreme despair + your brain stopped being your friend months ago.

And that kind of despair comes from not being ourselves. I was not myself. I was Aqseer Sodhi she of the grades, drive, focus, and agony aunt skills. I had a tough time picking a dish off of a Big Chill menu. I had no sense of style that I could call my own. I had never kissed a boy.

School girl Aqseer saw life as a series of milestones to achieve. And was climbing that ladder, reading a lot and petting dogs along the way. School girl Aqseer, hell, college girl Aqseer didn’t have a thing for cats. Adult Aqseer is a mama with two.

So what I do to recover and how can you?

Firstly, take your time. If your body-mind has revolted and you’re seriously ill right now, take the OPPORTUNITY to break down. You will only get to who you are if you break down your false self completely. Or let it.

Secondly, pay attention to your unconscious mind. What are you dreaming? What are you day-dreaming about? What patterns repeat in your life over and over, unbidden yet comfortably numb? What calls you, almost indiscernible, but in the Insta stories you’re drawn to, the heroes you can’t stop raving about?

That’s your gut (fem, body). Follow it. It’s the only thing that will get you out of your hijacked, screaming mind alive. Tell you what. Believe in your gut. Fuck god. Find your gut and believe it. That’s your god anyway, that’s your lost femininity, your disavowed femininity, your sunken compass. Find it and follow it.

Get to some place quiet. I had to run to Vipassana. I just had to. One of the best decisions of my life. Absolute gamechanger. I had quiet to think. To feel the insides of my mind. I had my first recallable dream in 20+ years, after having a vision of following a monk up the hill to a monastery, and a weird experience of dream paralysis that essentially shut off communication between my unconscious and conscious mind for that long.

[Trigger warning]

I may have been raped. That would explain a lot. The transformation from geeky kid to slutty goddess, my rejection of my weak femininity that let me be violated in this way, the overcompensation, the rage that never goes and may never leave.

Get yourself a psychiatrist. Take a friend or family member, wait in line, show up. Eat your meds. I went off twice. Trust me, don’t. Yea it’s a placebo, whatever it is, it’s a tool to check in with yourself and give yourself things to do at designated times of the day. Let go of some control. Eventually you’ll realize that you have none, there is none to be had.

Eat your meds and don’t go off. Titrate, get your blood tests, meet your idiot shrink that never told you to expect those side effects.

Go to workshops. Try them all. I tried theta healing, arts therapy workshops, masculinity femininity workshops, there are a lot more now.

Go on a trip. Solo trip. Be in nature. Put your phone on flight for a week and witness the world carrying on without you. Yea, it really does go on without you. Take comfort in your smallness. Your irrelevance.

Use a process of elimination to slowly chisel away to the core of your being. Use the opportunity of your death bed to rule out a career flipping burgers in Texas, or being a Yoga teacher in the Maldives or whatever empty dreams occupy your purposeless mind.

Slowly, you will find your purpose. And it’s really about your voice. What are you hear to say? What’s your Greta Thunberg potential? You have it, or you wouldn’t be here. You would be dead already. Something is not letting you hurt yourself that bad, and you are a detective with an unfinished assignment.

Along the way, give up on figuring it out. Read Rumi. Wonder at the meaning of be-ing. What could it possibly mean?

Still on your meds?

Okay great. Now let’s start figuring out what you like in bed. Really there are two reasons to live – sex and food. Bacchus told you so, you never listened. I am a Saturn ruled ambitious as hell entrepreneur workaholic and I will tell you that no achievement means anything unless you got people to share it with.

It’s kinda nice for that person to be someone you also get to bump uglies with and cook for or be fed by.

And that’s it yo. Let me know how it goes. Write about it!


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My piece on recovering from depression for the 1st time

And so I decided to focus on the PROCESS that I loved engaging in for its own sake. I started paying close attention to what I genuinely enjoyed doing. And that slow process of self discovery has lead me to — dance, vocal lessons, photography and healing practices. 

If you’re not happy, do something about it. Create your reality, don’t wait for life to happen to you. Read all of the below. And get in touch if you want to talk. 

Originally published on Thought Catalog, May 2, 2014 here.

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#curated – how to stop being a narc magnet

“Narcissists are attracted to the following quality’s:

Poor or non existent boundaries




People pleasers and/or people who have a tendency to give other’s the benefit of the doubt

Strong, independent types

Those with high power careers/money

Anyone who will reflect well on them in the eye’s of others

Did the last 3 surprise you?

There’s a misconception that something has to be “wrong” with you to attract a narcissist.

What are “good” and “bad” quality’s is a matter of perception.”

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Divine Union

The last five days I have seen angel numbers everywhere. Example – 1111, 2222, 4444, 8888, 9999 and a whopping 7 7777; all on license plates. That’s how Archangel Raphael talks to us healers, in numbers and through his colour, incidentally my lifelong favourite, bottle green.

So I kept asking myself, fresh from vacation in Malpe, feeling solitudanal and pragmatic about my prospects in love, what were the angels trying to tell me?

I have been preoccupied with the idea of union, that is the perfect balance of masculine and feminine energies, or transcending duality in a dual world, for years now.

2015, Elephant Journal would not stop talking about twin flames and the initiation number on the spiritual path – 11:11. MAKE A WISH they said, CALL IN YOUR TWIN, they said.

At the time I was depressed for the second time, recouping at home in Gandhinagar. One day pa and I were sitting out on the swing and I saw 11:11 on his digital watch.

This is it, I thought. This is the sign I asked for, that it’s okay to go back to Delhi and finish my damn masters. So I trudged back, to a small hostel room in a highly regulated Air Force hostel.

What followed is a long journey of coming into union with myself that involved an abusive relationship, a helluva lot of substance use, a truly awful period of recovery from codependency, and the beginnings of a relationship with my true desire.

A week before this long awaited vacation, I got an Enso symbol tattooed on my chest. I felt whole. Complete. In union with myself, able to let my wrist fall if it wanted, and punch if it needed.

Five days ago I started seeing angel numbers again after months, and today I believe I am in union with my twin.
BUTT – it’s not a concept I found useful to get hung up on. Soulmate, twin, karmic, karmic twin whatever. Love is love.

I am still learning to stop identifying with the struggles from my past, chiefly with attachment anxiety and codependency. But he tells me to shut up and let him do things his way

And because I trust in the divine, I will trust us with this, and whatever happens, will, and we’ll be fine, me, myself and I.

Aqseer (Iqra) Sodhi
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My opinion on suicide prevention in the Times of India

However, Aqseer Sodhi, a psychotherapist who provides counselling through her organization Aaina, opined that these institutional centres did not fully serve the youngsters.

Read more here.

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Conducting listening circles at JGLS

We conducted listening circles at Jindal Global Law School (JGLS), after participating in  an active listening training organized by Aaina.[1]

There were 2 listening circles with 8 people each per circle. Each circle had 4 to 5 participants who were completely new to the space and felt satisfied after they left the circle. They said that their expectations were fulfilled, they felt restored and that they could breathe after a long time. Here, I share how I conducted this circle and what helped me end it successfully.


A listening circle is a safe space where people congregate to hear and be heard, at its most basic level. It involves a different way of meeting each other than we are used to. The focus is on hearing each other and being heard, not achieving anything or finding solutions. Everyone sits around in a circle and takes turns speaking about anything at all they feel like talking about at the moment. We take turns by passing around a ‘talking object’ – a water bottle, a pillow, a pencil pouch. Whoever has the talking object speaks and passes it on to the next person when they are done. One does not necessarily have to speak when it’s their turn, one could choose to stay quiet. In the process of speaking and listening, we only attempt to validate each other’s experiences, if at all we want to respond to each other.[2] The idea of a listening circle is to create a space free of judgment, advice and any negative consequences for speaking one’s truth.[3]


I was able to build my capacity to listen. I learned that listening just means having the ability to be present and letting the other person feel whatever they are feeling. I felt capable to cultivate a safe space to enable myself and others to share and feel heard. I learned that there was more to listening than just saying something back and responding for the sake of it. I moved beyond that binary and realized silence could also be listening. The warmth and the aura you give away matters. I now know what to consciously do and not do. I felt empowered having met people so different to me and yet going through similar things. It gave me hope and I wanted to take this forward individually and collectively so more people get to feel this way. I now actively know what I have to look out for.

A participant said, “the first thing that I realized here was the beauty of listening. As too, how much power ‘listening’ can hold, how it makes you feel so wanted. And, with this same feeling, I want to build my capacity to listen even further. I learned how eye contacts can also talk and so can silence.”

Another participant said, “I feel motivated to continue this legacy. In this isolated law school, a place that can really make you feel inadequate and lonely, it’s really important for me to at least take a step to ensure that I can be someone’s listener and make them feel better.”

Another one said, “I learned that a conversation doesn’t always have to be two people speaking. Listening is actually more important because if you don’t know what the other person is saying, you can’t continue the conversation.”


Since, it is our college and our people, we know the environment they live in. Here, as soon as they come, we make them feel like they are in a different place which is completely separate from the world outside that room. They feel comfortable with themselves and the place. They feel like they belong and nobody would judge them. It is a place where one can let loose and forget about their inhibitions.[4] There is no need to put up a strong face for the world. There is no need to impress the world. 

I look into their eyes when they are speaking. I nod while listening to them. I keep remembering what I had learnt from the workshop that I was a part of. I remember the vibe of the conductor and try to deduce certain characteristics from that. If I get tired of listening and nodding, then – to come back to the present, I look into their eyes again. I disconnect from my thoughts and I cancel any other noises. It sounds like a lot of work, but while listening to them, I make us the same person.[5] I give in to my body and let my heart take the lead. I give my body more importance than my mind. 


By ensuring that I feel this too. When I give off this aura, everybody around me feels the same. I feel that the person you are communicating with, reciprocates your vibe.[6]

We know that one person treats another the same way they are being treated, consequently, I make sure I let loose of myself, for them to be able to relax and let themselves be vulnerable for that hour of their life.


Three S’s that I keep in mind are – speaking slowly, speaking warmly, speaking from the heart. It is important to keep in mind that one is not just a part of the circle, but also conducting it. I do this by giving directions and by being emotionally defenseless and unguarded. The point is to make the circle – a space where one can empathize. 

During the session, we pass a talking object. But, we keep it slow. As a facilitator, I make certain that nobody feels obligated to talk. We are used to talking in law school, therefore silence is precious for us. At times, I sit silently with the talking object for a while, to make the environment calm. 

The message that we send across is also drafted in a way that the recipients feel like they would want to come here to be in touch with themselves – to feel connected with themselves. This message helps them to be connected to a space which is important to them. This place is for them and they feel this through our approach towards it. 


I keep myself in touch with these feelings and pointers by reading the posts that are put up by psychologists. I try to retain the importance of authenticity and I keep applying the principles of listening every day. 


One might feel that they are not equipped to facilitate these circles as they are not trained, psychologists. They would not know what to do if a situation got exceptionally stern and the sharer needed medical support. For this, the facilitator should keep contact numbers of psychologists, who would be willing to help the participants of the circle.[7] The facilitator can also make a list as per the fee that is charged by these psychologists, for the convenience of the participants. However, one should keep in mind that the aim of the listening circle is to be present for one another. A study conducted by Dr. Lissa Rankin shows that more people die of loneliness than drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes combined. Hence, being available to listen to another person is the objective.[8]

The participants are also expecting to be heard and feel safe. One need not be a psychologist to lend a kind ear. A subreddit[9] has also been started by Aaina, where it is creating a community – a healthy village if you will, in which no one’s invisible. The community watches out for each other.On this page too, the participants are from different backgrounds, unrelated to psychology. However, they feel comfortable and wish to authentically share on the platform because they know that they are being heard.[10]They know that there is someone who will tell them that, “it is going to be okay”.[11]


One of our participants said that she could “just be there and understand others without feeling the need to overtly object and speak for the sake of speaking”.

Another participant said, “listening is one skill we’ve all lost touch with. In this world, where everyone is eager to speak, to be loud enough, I found my safe space, in the listening circle. I was finally heard. My feelings, my beliefs, my opinions were finally listened too. And I didn’t feel like a burden on someone when I shared my story, as if people were forced to listen to me, instead I was made to feel like I can go on talking, for whatever it was that was bothering me, that of buried inside of me. Through this art of listening, I heard myself too, a voice that I never paid attention too.”

We are very thankful to everybody who shared and listened at our circles.

Sukirti Agrawal
Sukirti is a student at the JGLS and a talented facilitator in the making.  

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[2]Mary Robinson, ‘Don’t Go Exhausted Trying to Fix It All: Learning Boundaries As A “Fixer”’

[3]To read more on non-judgement refer to ‘Grounded Spirituality’ by Jeff Brown

[4]Karla McLaren, ‘The Gifts of Shame’

[5]Filiz Telek, ‘Presence Sessions’ – http://

[6]David Schwartz, ‘The Magic of Thinking Big’


[8]Lissa Rankin, ‘Mind Over Medicine’; to get a summary of the experiment refer to ‘’


[10]Francis Weller, ‘The Wild Edge of Sorrow’

[11]Jeff Brown, ‘An Uncommon Bond’

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Meera bhav is the cure for your attachment woe

I remember being extremely keen on worship as a child. I’d rope my sister into some peepal tree worshipping scheme, or be picking up hibiscus flowers for my work-in-progress altar. I also had a brass bell that I loved the look and feel of.

I was a kid full of joy, growing up on Air Force bases, happily playing in the mud and riding my cycle around the campus. Moving to Delhi flipped this idyllic vision on its head and suddenly I was unattractive, awkward village bumpkin in a school full of too-short skirts.

From then on, life wasn’t about the fun thing I could do, but about being an outsider trying my best not to further alienate myself.

I have talked a fair bit about what our first six years do for our attachment styles. But perhaps it’s important also to acknowledge the role that our adolescent years play in shaping our romantic destinies.

Being a gawky, goody-two-shoes kid in an anachronistic hair-do, I was never the recipient of male attention. This got to the point that I would use this lack of attractiveness as a shield to further my sexual isolation. A boy in my class wanted to say he thought I was the prettiest girl in the room, on a dare, and I interrupted him and said: “ya, you’re going to say Damini is the prettiest.”

I want to say that my first decade on the planet was a blissful and extended pre-mirror stage experience. I say this because my sheltered world out there was benevolent, known, I saw in it what I was taught to see in myself because the two fed into each other.

I was born of and for the Air Force life and until I came to Delhi, it’s like I had never left her womb. Delhi was the first mirror to me of the world out there. The mirror that forced me to see my separation from the world out there. Arguably, the mirror that forced me to begin the process of delayed individuation that I have written painstakingly about before.

Delhi was also, then, questions of faith, questions of identity, of worth. I spent 4 years trying to be a normal girl in senior school in a class with two stunners that everyone crushed on. Then I spent 2 years at a radically different school where my merit and smiling face made me more popular.

In this time, there was no cycling, there was no pagan worship, there was no aimless wandering. There was the real world, and our attempts to make it in that world.

In class 6 I had a prolonged fight with a group of girls that didn’t want to associate with me because I was too much of a Harry Potter geek. Or something.

That experience set me up for a pattern of friendships where I’d invest, then get frightened of being dumped, get panicky and clingy, and get dumped hence creating a self-fulfilling prophecy. The last of these was in class 12 when I broke up with perhaps the dearest friend I’ve ever had. I took my board exams in a haze of that grief.

So by the time I got to law school, I was seriously starved of attention, acceptance, and admiration. That could also be a reason that when I met my first boyfriend, and once we got close, it was terrifying to let him go even when our relationship had become suffocating and toxic.

Then followed a series of short, intense friends-with-benefits/fuck-buddies/lovers that taught me a lot about sex, my body, relationships, and my needs. Of these, the last was an emotionally abusive relationship where I experienced the most intense limerence of my life.

This piece is about how I worked through the limerence and arrived at Mira bhaav.

After I finally went no-contact on my last boyfriend, I had to exorcise him from my mind every time I thought of him by chanting a paudi from the Jap Ji Saab, which is a foundational prayer for Sikhs.

It was like always being in manual or rather spiritual override. What I want to say to you is that if you’ve struggled with attachment anxiety, you are so used to a state of high arousal that it will be years before you can teach yourself to relax and go with the flow like your hippie neighbor.

And you probably will be unhappy without having someone to crush on, be obsessed with or craft yourself as good enough for.

Here’s a thought.
Become like Mira Bai. Channel your inner Dante and let God be your Beatrice. After all, the oceanic state of pre-existence you seek to regress to with romantic partners is the same oceanic state of bliss that the bhakti or Sufi traditions speak of. Or is the same oceanic state as death.

Toxic boyfriend, invisible but constant benevolence or a botched suicide attempt from your last toxic relationship – you choose.

I’ll be over here training myself to pay attention to the here-and-now every time I think of my current crush. Yes, he’s tall. Spirit is taller.

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