This is going to very long post, i don't know from where to start, just wants to speak what comes to my mind.
I come from a very bad childhood.
When I was in 6th standard, my father had a huge loss in his business. After that, he decided to leave home.
Maybe, from his point of view, he had his reasons. Maybe he thought leaving was the only way out. I don't know.
But for me, it meant the family basically broke into four pieces.
I stayed at my uncle's place.
My sister stayed at another uncle's place.
My mother went to my grandmother's place.
And my father... I honestly don't even know where he was.
I was just a kid.
And I think something inside me died during that time.
Not literally.
But the version of childhood I was supposed to have... that was gone.
I don't remember having the luxury of worrying about normal things that kids worry about.
I was worried about food. About where we were going to stay. About what was happening to our family.
After two months, my mother came back becasue her parents felt like burden and didn't respect it.
And she came back , i was so happy, but we were completely broke.
There were times when we didn't even have enough food, we just used to have 2 meals.
I don't want to make that sound dramatic. That's just how it was.
Somehow, we passed through that stage.
Then life moved forward.
When I was in 11th standard, my father came back.
He started working again. He tried to support our education. He did make an effort, and I'm not going to sit here and deny that.
But things were never really smooth.
Not for him.
Not for us.
I think everyone was trying to recover from things that had already happened, while life kept moving forward without waiting for us.
I have worked my ass off to get into good colleges, i got good score,
nominal fee and finished my collage with scholarship and help from my moms friend
Eventually, I started working.
And slowly, things became a little better.
For the first time, I felt like something is getting better in all these years. Started supporting family, cleared small debts of 6L lakh
I thiught maybe I could build a life that was different from what I had grown up with.
And then another thing happened.
My father made a financial mistake.
A very big one.
The cost of that mistake was around ā¹45 lakh.
I don't even know how to explain what that number felt like to me.
At that point, my salary was around ā¹50,000.
I didn't know how I was supposed to solve a ā¹45 lakh problem with a ā¹50,000 salary.
I remember feeling completely helpless.
And eventually, my father left home again.
And suddenly, the financial burden, the responsibility, the fear... everything felt like it had landed on me.
I didn't know what to do.
Creditors were coming home every day and asking my mom. there was pressure , fights
seeing all these i have asked my friends for help, that was first time i asked for money from someone
A few friends helped me. Honestly, if it wasn't for them, I don't know where I would be today.
I changed companies.
My salary increased from ā¹50,000 to ā¹1.5 lakh.
I took loans from the bank.
I started trying to sort things out one by one. gave money back to my friends.
I kept telling myself, "Okay, somehow we'll get through this."
But the problem is, it never really ends.
Just when I think I'm getting one thing under control, something else happens.
One problem after another.
One expense after another.
One responsibility after another.
medical issue of my mom and sister.
And financially, I keep getting weaker.
Recently, I bought a camera too.
Something I genuinely wanted.
Something connected to the work I love.
But even that has started making me question myself.
I keep thinking...
Was that a stupid decision?
Should I have spent that money?
Am I even allowed to invest in something I love when I have this much debt?
Sometimes I don't know whether I'm building a career or just creating another problem for myself.
And then there are things that aren't even about money.
Recently, i had misunderstanding with my friend and she decided to not to talk with me.
And honestly, that hurt me more than I expected.
So knowing that she won't be there anymore... it hurts.
It's the feeling of losing someone who was there when all of this started.
And I don't know how to explain why that hurts so much.
Maybe it's because of everything I've been through.
Maybe because I lost people and stability at a very young age.
Maybe because I've spent so much of my life watching things and people disappear from my life.
And maybe because of that, I get emotionally attached to people very easily.
When someone becomes important to me, I don't know how to keep some distance.
I don't know how to let go.
Even when I know that sometimes people have to leave.
Even when I know that things change.
I keep holding on.
I keep thinking about what happened, what I could have done differently, whether I could have said something differently, whether I could have somehow made them stay.
Maybe that's why losing people affects me more than it should.
I've already had so many things taken away from me.
People leaving.
Things falling apart.
Plans changing.
Having to adjust.
Having to accept.
Having to keep going even when I didn't really want to.
And now, at 29, I look at my life and I don't know what I've actually built.
I have no savings. I earn around 1.7 lakhs .
1.2 lakhs goes in emi only , then in remaining things I have to manage house expenses and medical expenses everything
I have around ā¹36 lakh in debt.
I have responsibilities that I don't know how long it will take to finish.
And sometimes I look at other people my age and wonder how everyone else seems to be moving forward while I'm still trying to get out of the same hole.
Then there is marriage.
I don't even know what to think about it anymore.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life.
I don't know if I'm ever going to meet the person I actually want to be with.
And arranged marriage feels like it is so much about money, stability, family, status...
And I don't have those things right now.
So sometimes I just think...
Who would choose me?
Why would anyone want to come into this mess?
I know these thoughts might not be completely true.
But when you're already exhausted, your mind doesn't always care about what's true.
It just keeps telling you the worst possible version of everything.
Recently, I've been having panic attacks.
I'm not sleeping properly.
I can't concentrate on work the way I used to.
I'm becoming emotionally vulnerable day by day.
Small things affect me.
Things that I would probably have handled differently a few years ago now stay in my head for days.
And the worst part is, I don't know when this will end.
I don't have some answer to all of this.
I don't know how the debt will disappear.
I don't know how my career will turn out.
I don't know if I'll find the person I want.
I don't know if the people I have now will still be around years from now.
I don't even know if the choices I'm making today are the right ones.
I'm 29, and honestly, I feel tired.
Not just physically.
I'm tired inside.
I've spent a huge part of my life just trying to survive whatever came next.
And now I'm at a point where I'm asking myself...
When do I actually get to live?
Right now, I'm scared.
I'm financially exhausted.
I'm emotionally exhausted.
I'm hurt sometimes.
And I genuinely don't have hope.
I'm just trying to get through one day at a time.
Maybe that's all I'm capable of right now.
I don't know what happens next.
Despite doing everything right I feel like a failure
Sometimes I feel like death is peaceful.
I just know I've been carrying all of this for a very long time.
And for once, I wanted to say it exactly as it is.