THE FOXHOLE
Everyone’s isolated themselves at some point haven’t we?
I can’t be sure of the state of mind you’re reading this right now but all things guaranteed i’m pretty sure all of you have been at a point of time in life, when things just don’t feel compelling enough to take part in. The urge to just isolate yourself from everyone and curl up in your corner of the world, alone with your own thoughts. Assessing your mind. Everything that’s gone right or gone wrong. Your entire life in a nutshell.
I’m going to try and share my experience of doing the above mentioned and I hope my story will help anyone to get themselves up from the dirt and for those who already went through the experience, a reassurance that you’re on the right path.
So, starting with last year which was 10th grade, it was a year just like I expected , pretty stressful from the beginning well cuz obviously Board Exams so the Academics was pretty tough and demanding. Pretty hectic. Well on the same note I did manage to make some great friends(or so I thought then). It started off well, hell not just started off well pretty much went very well till the end of the year. I still remember the amount of fun we had back then, but as they say, nothing looks like it is. The group had many fights and disagreements which for the most part didn’t openly do anything but it created a distance between us a feeling of no trust. By, the end of the year well after the boards ended, things started to take shape. Some of them literally stopped talking at all. We would act like we didn’t even know each other which was pretty sad considering all the fun we had the year before.
So, I with all honesty had gotten used to, maybe too used to being inside the group that I couldn’t think of cutting them off and moving on as in making new friends and just separating myself from all the drama. So for a while, I isolated myself. I would talk and I was friendly(as far as I recollect) but wasn’t very keen on making new friends for a period of time.
All the while, the people who actually cared stayed around with me while the fake ones, just left themselves so you know they made my job easier. The people who cared actually got me through it, cheered me up, made me smile and needless to say it also needed a lot of my efforts to get out of the foxhole. For starters, I started working out, focused on myself,kept genuine people around and well how can I forget, listened to a hell lot of music, started going out to social places, and with time before I even realized myself, I was back, the old me as good and as new as ever.
So, I went along with the flow and picked up a few new friends along the way. Some pretty quirky, others a little too loud, some dumb, some smart but that’s the beauty of it. Variety is so compelling.
So, whoever is still reading this article and still stuck in that depressing place, this is what I have to say. Pick yourself up and start with the small things first. It’ll take some time and effort but before you know it, you’ll be back.
For the people who already made it through like me who are reading this, pat yourselves on the back and be proud of yourself.
So, that’s all from me for today and I hope it helped!
Goodbye! See you guys soon!
