SNEHIL My Lifeline. 

Happy Birthday HOMEBOY.
“Thug niggas, I love my niggas, The small time crooks & the big time drug dealers. It’s my Homeboys. The only thing a nigga got left. I love my homies to death. You ain’t shit without our homeboys.” Tupac Thug Theory (BOND)

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LIFELINE

1 – A best friend forever.

Probably better.

As caring brothers.

We will stay strong together.
Get through whatever.

Take away the blade pain, as to avoid manifesters.

Life throws at us; The Pressure.

You are a genuine care-giver.

Gentle to me, together we will cross the roads over & over.
2 – SNEHIL my BROTHER.

My strength pillar.

Never left me, a sincere practical helper.

Damaged I am so kindly further.

Bear with the relapsing, but a survivor.

You’re a great brave fighter.

Making me happily smiling to your humours.

Amused by your heart’s Pleasure.

I appreciate it all, my strength provider.

Helping me to reach out of tremors.
3 – Hide.

Died.

But you find.

A deeply broken one inside.

So, you’re here, to make me feel alive.

A bond worthy of unknown infinite treasures.

Gold Turner.

SNEHIL Bhaudauria – The mood tuner.

My strength provider.

You…

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There is light even in the most darkest places.

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(L To R) – Snehil, Pragya, Sanjoly.

Snehil, to be honest, I can’t even imagine my life without you. You are more than just a kind, loving, compassionate, saving human being. You stand above all of these qualities for me personally. You saw something inside me and never ever judged me for the inner turmoil I felt. If you would’ve not come in time to save me I would’ve ended it already. Yes it is absolutely true because I was in a very bad place at that moment in my life. I was not even sure if I would’ve made it or not. But all I knew was I was about to give up already. In fact I did.

In all honesty it was Sanjoly who started to notice things wrong with me. She immidietly reached to you and spun your attention towards me. So I’m a lot thankful to…

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There is light even in the most darkest places.

(L To R) – Snehil, Pragya, Sanjoly.

Snehil, to be honest, I can’t even imagine my life without you. You are more than just a kind, loving, compassionate, saving human being. You stand above all of these qualities for me personally. You saw something inside me and never ever judged me for the inner turmoil I felt. If you would’ve not come in time to save me I would’ve ended it already. Yes it is absolutely true because I was in a very bad place at that moment in my life. I was not even sure if I would’ve made it or not. But all I knew was I was about to give up already. In fact I did.

In all honesty it was Sanjoly who started to notice things wrong with me. She immidietly reached to you and spun your attention towards me. So I’m a lot thankful to her as well. The day was enraged filled with bouts of psychotic madness which smashed me down to my knees. I reached a new number. A ‘number of sessions‘, I say, whilst Self harming. (8); every session, my nazi rules made me go deeper in to my flesh. This was that day. And night? Oh well I figured it was all in my mind. I had already planned to do whatever it took to kill myself. I had already begun waiting also, for everyone to fall asleep so I can silently do it.

But in the evening you called me up. You were worried, concerned and most of all what you managed to do was put a cancel button on that vicious plan of mine. When I had absolutely nothing to look forward to, you gave me a word, that you’re going to come visit me tomorrow, before even that dark night progressed further. I had to reconnect, I clearly needed it but I was too confused to ask for it. As I thought I’m being a burden, an attention seeker or too much demanding. These thoughts ceased me from even talking to anyone. But that word you gave me the night before made me survive that night somehow. My plan was quite drastically taken, I had hidden huge sharp razor blades and more than 3 fistful of pills so that I could overdose on it if nothing worked out for me. Yes, I, in all honesty, didn’t want to be saved and as a matter of fact, I seriously wanted my survival rate to be 0%, after I attempt. I didn’t want to make it, so I had to opt for multiple choices. Just like giving an exam of some sort.

So the next day you came in the morning itself, checked my cuts because you knew I had obviously cut more. But after that you made sure that I was never left alone. You watched over me, held my back in my most vulnerably lowest point of time in my life. Not even that, you took me to ROPIO – Reach out and pass it on foundation(NGO), so that I could engage with kids over there. See their innocence and find some innocence in me too. Also, you searched me and took away my blades. No one ever did that. Meeting the kids over there helped me a lot to cope with my passive intrusive, provoking, suicidal thoughts. After coming back from the (NGO), it was like a transformation for me, I threw away those big sharp razors and finally flushed the cocktail of pills down the toilet. I was becoming strong & hopeful just because of you.

The most stigmatised thing about mental health issues like depression & suicide, is that most will say they get it clearly or understand it. But most don’t. Most don’t even know the D of depression. The persistent downers you get, suffering from severe depression. It lingers around for weeks, sometimes months or sometimes even years; which remains and goes unnoticed to everyone. Until the sufferer has enough of it and progresses to suicide. Suicide is a built up of a lot of things, it is a powerful wave of severe despair. Depression and Anxiety are remaining strong for far too long. It’s simple, if you haven’t tried taking your own life or have battled chronic illness by yourself, all alone, you will never get it crystal clearly. Not even in a million years.

Yes I was one of them. It was nothing like I was Hannah Baker from 13 reasons why. Who ultimately played & took on the blame game as to support her suicide notes or reasons for ending her own life. I feel that it is just some other form of revenge. Which is totally absurd. This wasn’t some television/online series, this was my actual bitter, contaminated reality. Suicide is much more than everyone thinks or perceives it to be. It is too deep & intense. Ever tried writing a suicide note? Or even read one? Suicide is not selfish. Not at all. When that wave hits you, it makes you go totally blind. Moreover you don’t even care about how many people are there, care for you or love you. Mental illnesses don’t give a damn about anything. PERIOD!!! What you’ll see is that the sufferers talk some things commonly about in their suicide notes or those who battle suicidal thoughts regularly, that are :- 

1. Losing battles with his/her own personal demons. You lose control over regulating your own thoughts and when the vessel gets filled with such thoughts, you lose control over your own emotions & actions as well. 

2. Hopelessness and helplessness always breaking their will power Time & time again.

3. Feelings of shame & guilt to even talk about this to anyone.

4. The only way to end their pain because it was too much for them. It’s like your subconscious is aware and it’s desperately saying to you that, “please don’t do it”, but that subconscious is shut down by the screaming agony of your own mind that gives up on you and convinces you to take your own life.

5. Feeling absolutely worthless & guilty to even exist. Being a burden to everyone around you.

6. Feelings of extreme loneliness even when you have really close attachments.

7. Voices inside that are constantly shouting to take their own lives. Motivation, dreams, hopes, joys, memories are replaced by anger, fear, misery, pain & shame or even disgust sometimes.

8. Could not survive further. Battles that are turning them weaker every passing day. It feels like being stuck in swamps, no matter how hard you try and move on, nothing seems to convince you that you’re even worth living.

9. Breathing becomes heavy or suffocating. Nothing matters, not even you. It feels like the world would be a much better place without your existence.

10. Exhausted & tired every single time because you feel mentally drained, battling negative thoughts; miserable feeling of being dead inside or completely empty. A mind that tries to die with a body that tries to survive. 

Snehil, You took away my hopelessness and not only me, but my own Mother’s as well. My precious mother, it broke & shattered my heart to see her feel helpless just because of me. You spoke to her and to this date I still don’t know what exactly you talked to her about. But she felt quite relieved after you walked in and took charge of me. You were of more than just a help to us. This is the sole reason as to why my own parents speak so highly of you whenever your name is heard or mentioned anywhere.

You made me talk to, open up to your own Mother, when I couldn’t even open to or speak to my own Mother. In a manner, that she wanted me to. Most people who are deep inside the abyss of depression are quite hidden, isolative, secretive, shame filled and they always talk on top layers in conversations, never revealing anything, at any price; because deep down they’re afraid or even feel guilty for experiencing such baffling, intricate emotions incessantly. When you made me open up to your Mother, I was quite shocked and didn’t even knew as a friend that you had such a psych, a unique mindset that you posses.

(L – R) Snehil S. Bhadauria, Sunita Bhadauria MAA (Middle), ‘PATIENT’ Stan (P.S)

Through you only I met pulchritudionous souls, Sanjoly & Pragya. You practically introduced these guys to me. Because of you, I yet again reached out for getting professional help and resumed with my therapy which I left earlier. I can never be thankful enough to you. Because of you I’m here, still alive, breathing, a living proof of an inseparable bond that exceeds even the bestest or strongest of friendship or brotherhood or even any romantic/soul/heart connection, contemporarily. How can I repay you? In all reality, I never really can, I never could, there’s absolutely nothing that will do it. You are my HEART ❤, homie!, you pulled my soul and caressed my pain. You will always be my light in the most darkest places.

I LOVE YOU HOMEBOY

YOU’RE MY LIFE BECAUSE YOU SAVED MY LIFE.

Happy Birthday Love.

‘PATIENT’ Stan (P.S)

Post Script :- .

FAMILY❤
Snehil, Pragya, Sanjoly (Nostalgic/Best Spot) (MCS)
PRAGYA (With Frequencies Of Mother Nature)

Thanks a lot again PRAGYA, for taking on the whole burden & pain to look at all of the surprises that I’ve lined it up for him personally.  You were of a lot of help. Not to forget that you’re not here but even after being super busy, you took some of your most valuable & precious time from your busy schedule. Your support, even you won’t remember this, when I struggled alot back then, your wise words & kind messages strengthened my core and made my gut feel so neutral. Similar to an excellent, effective ayurveda. A natural remedy. “One kind word can warm three winter months.” (Japanese Proverb) Down to Earth and humble as always dear.

SANJOLY (Post Exam Relief At It’s Best)

SANJOLY, believing in me always. Even when I thought not so highly of me. Always a positive motivator to push me forward at any costs. A mentor. Never doubting me or my efforts at recovering. Never rejecting me and always being helpful however possible. Not to forget even having sleeping issues you arranged a get together all by yourself. Really? For real you have such a soft, kind, gentle & of course understanding heart, girl! That was really awesome, a few moments with good company is all I was lacking. That made me feel so special and on top of the universe. You did it!!! Please never guilt yourself in not being such a good friend, you mean so much to me than you think you actually are. When someone asks me to define true beauty inside & out, I sincerely & proudly give them your example. I feel honored to have you as my friend.

MAA (That Warm Glow With The Best Smile)

SUNITA BHADAURIA (MAA), For making me open up to you. Talking to you was probably the highest point I felt in my so down life. You’ve raised a kid with some exceptionally empathetic human emotions which most people today lack. Providing me with your warmth & comfort. Treating me like your own kid and understanding me every single time. Welcoming me in your gentle heart filled with abundant love. I love you as my own Mother. One soul that saw my pain and applied lotion to reduce that burning sensation of hopelessness I felt.

SNEHIL (HOMEBOY)❤

SNEHIL, for always having my back. Watching me over and never leaving me alone in my most darkest time. You’re my strength in this cruel/violent world. You showed me the way, you clinged onto me even when I made mistakes and you finally became my light. You are indeed my light. You became one, when I saw no rays of hope. 

Thank you Guys (You’re all, always in my everyday positive thoughts. I miss you guys so so sooo much). I humbly request you all to never forget me from your busy lives. You all reside deep in my heart & mind; and are also sculpted into my soul with some really really sensitive, ecstatic memories. 

Thank You For Never Giving Up On Me.

THERE IS LIGHT EVEN IN THE MOST DARKEST PLACES.

‘PATIENT’ Stan (P.S)

In Surveillance 

MIND

1 – When logicals fail.
You start with hate.

Because the breach has been made.
Isolatory escape.
Boiling above to rape.
Mind starts to contemplate.
Negotiates.
Trades.
With something which can’t be erased.
Neither it can be tamed.
It waits.
Then strikes again.

2 – Why won’t you let me eat?
Because you’re too heavy.
Already breached.
The territory.
Worthless freak.
In surveillance.
Situational maintainence.
Bitterly tormented.
Mind perverted.

3 – Insane…
In pain.
Insane…
From pain.
Insane…
Mundane.
Insane…
Are you even worthy to save?
Insane…
Suicidal craves.
Insane…
Closely surveilled.
Insane…
Blood cascades.
Insane & frail.

4 – Hit me as hard as you can.
Kick me, spit on me and break my hands.
Body dragged.
Head smashed.
Collar grabbed.
Punching mad.
Swollen bad.
Bite yourself when you feel trapt,
Ambiguous reflections convincing the mad.

5 – News reached.
Cold heat.
Knees weak.
Heart in misery.
Physically bleak.
Tears held back disgustingly.
Silent screams.
Dreadfully. Mentally. Astonishingly.
Manipulated me.
But I’ll gently…
CHEAT.
Act in to eliminate that feel.
I trusted you and you successfully,
Managed to make me bleed.
Smashing my body.
Against the walls, concrete.
I’ll stay hidden and never reveal.
Now what’s even the point of recovery?
It’s unhealthy…
Hate breeds.
Disorderly.
Failed therapy.
I surely…
Will now never trust anybody.

2 – In surveillance.
Situational maintainence.
Bitterly tormented.
Mind perverted.

Written By P.S.

Out Of My League

1 – Like an object.

Deny the presence.

Bitterly tremendous.

Internalized derailment.

Agonized & tormented.

Dissociative measurements.

Isolatory dominance.
2 – Hate me.

Because you’re out of my league.

Ripping my skin presently.

Reject your greed.

Unexpected needs.

Down on my knees.

But you’re out of my league.

So hate me.

Hate me now, please.

Because you’re out of my league.
3 – I am potentially toxic.

Helplessly fought it.

Still it’s a vicious fix.

Tolerating the hits.

Fading the nasty bits.

I am too ugly & shame filled.

I can’t be fit.

So let me quit.

Wasted drifts.

Landing intensive.

Slow but pervasive.

Isolative.

Hyperly destructive.

Repetitive.
4 – Pop up your meds.

Quite the opposite instead.

Blur & numb.

Probably feeling dumb.

Battles become,

A sticky gum.

Running out of luck.
5 – Fright rate.

Immensely paced.

Tolerate.

This hate.

But can’t wait.

Because it’s now bursting in flames.

In severe rage.

Profound permanent mistake.

Blood on nails.

Pain erase.

Weight gain.

Eating shame.

Mind equates.

Brutal hails.

Monsters made.

Brain opiate.

But still functioning to terminate.
2 – Hate me.

Because you’re out of my league.

Ripping my skin presently.

Reject your greed.

Unexpected needs.

Down on my knees.

But you’re out of my league.

So hate me.

Hate me now, please.

Because you’re out of my league.

6 – Futile.

Reptile.

Terrified.

Losing every fight.

Blades occupy.

To decide.

Depth of the pile.

Boiling & bubbling inside.

Craving it to stay alive.

Lost sight.

Mortified.

Pressuring shine.

Piercing the eyes.

Seduction rise.

Begin the ride.

Individualized.

Secretly quietly contain the size.

Put on your mask of disguise.

And say this to you, leave me blind.

Like a broken string of a kite.

Written by P.S 

Inexplicably Inevitable

1 – Seen you’ve survived.

So now let’s destroy your night.

Don’t be terrified.

I’m just here for a while.

But I’ll molest you deep from the inside.

Where you won’t be able to recognise.

That I…

Will rip you blind.

So you can carve fine.

Parallel lines.

Failed fight.

High like…

Never mind.

I’m fine.

2 – Sometimes a bubble wrap.

Is all you have.

When you’re getting smashed.

Just too FUCKING fat.

Get yourself trapped.

Kill yourself & never comeback.

Because you’re full of crap.

A monologue in total contact.

Tolerance bursts to act.
3 – Get away from me.

How can you love a freak?

Who is ought to destruct himself completely.

Isolation doesn’t feel lonely.

Sometimes it provides security.

Inexicably.

Inevitably.

Inexpressibly.

When you succeed to hurt me.

Coping becomes nasty.

But I deserve it anyways, no need!

I’m dying already.

Get away from me.

Let me act in, toxically.

Sprinting those razors atrociously.

A wave of silence spreading softly.
Written By P.S. ‘PATIENT’ Stan.

Don’t Know

Humane.
Recognizably failed.

To cease the pain.

Slaughter to fulfill the shame.

Begin the game.

Dehumanized.

Now left with dead insides.

My last ray of hope.

It is now a rope.

Suicidal Notes.

Looping jolts.

Pinching cold.

All over like before.

Intensely more.

This time chose.

Misery rose.

Vulgar cope.

Sober gore.

Deep in hole.

And I clearly don’t know.

No one can love me.

No one deserves a freak.

I am my own worst enemy.

And internalized anger bursts immediately.

Out on the skin efficiently.

Raped brutally.

Bleeding mercilessly.

End this symphony.

End this misery.

Don’t want life anymore, seriously.

And I don’t know how else to deal.
Written by P.S.