The Bespectacled Mother

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Addressing my Depression (1) – Lack of sound sleep #MondayMusings

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Before beginning my musings today, first of all, I have to thank the readers of my last Monday’s post – Waddling through my depression, especially those who reached out to me to say they were going through a similar situation and my writing about my state was helpful to them in some ways and also those who sent me their healing thoughts and prayers.

Thank you.

In my last post, I mentioned a few changes I have planned to include in my life as a means to address my depression.

Here is the first one – Read more…

New beginning beckons #MondayMusings

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It has been 6 years of being a mother and dreaming of getting to do things entirely on my own. If you have read my posts from 2014, you will have the idea of where I am coming from – a wailing child forever stuck to my leg dragging on with me throughout the house wherever and whenever I moved, my constant unsuccessful battles to get some me-time for me, my never ending complaints and numerous fights with people around me to claim that some time for myself forcefully and their cursing me with life-long loneliness in return and so on. I have come a long way since then.

Last week, I stepped out of the house all alone for the first time to attend the Women’s Writers Fest, first time without Dhruv accompanying me, first time even without worrying about him. It did not feel awkward at all and was a welcome change to concentrate on other people talking without his interjections. And for a whole day.  Read more…

#Microblog Mondays 15 : How long can one take to accept parenthood?

This Sunday I met 2 women virtually.

One of them is an attractive personality. She dresses very well, cooks very well and she writes/blogs brilliantly. Her friends swear by the way she looks, the topics she writes about, the way she dresses and by everything she cooks and bakes. They want to be like her and never leave a chance to tell her so.  Read more…

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