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Success Stories

Testimonials

Bringing NIMHANS learning to you, is not something everyone can do. Thank you Dr. Sudipta Roy for being the master of the house and for organizing wonderful workshops. Heartiest gratitude to DR. M. P. Sharma and Dr. Gitanjali. I feel very learned and confident. Truly Inspiring.

The session was very informative and something that we could relate to as the way it was presented. Also you guys and especially Sudipta ma’am is really cute and I would want to come at your center to work someday .

Thank you soooo much.

DBT Workshop, Jan, 2018

The workshop seemed to be very helpful and interesting. The team organized the workshop very nicely and the way of learning was also the one I preferred to be. Thank you Sudipta ma’am for giving us opportunity to learn something about which we were having little knowledge. Thank You.

Ankita

DBT Workshop, Jan, 2018

It was a very good learning experience. As I already mentioned I can rate my knowledge and learning to 3.5, further as said will be learnt by practice, which I am eager to do. Interactive sessions are the best way to learn.

TAT/ CAT Workshop, 29th & 30th December, 2018

We are very satisfied with the workshop. I have gained confidence in TAT; gradually I think I will be able to do it in a better way. Thanks Sudipta ma’am & Falguni ma’am, we are thankful to you & would like to attend more such workshops.

With Love

Thanks

Akanksha

TAT/ CAT Workshop, 29th & 30th December, 2018

Got a very loving and welcoming feeling from Sudipta ma’am and Falguni ma’am. Got very good knowledge of TAT/ CAT, still more and more knowledge to acquire.

With Love

Thanks

Yamini Parikh

TAT/ CAT Workshop, 29th & 30th December, 2018

Anxiety Poem

There are calluses over my fingers, scabs which have formed as a result of my fingers plucking at my skin. Pulling the hangnails & pushing back the cuticles, exposing the thin strip of muscle at the edge of each fingernail.
My teeth gnaw on my lower lip, biting them until they bleed. It hurts a lot. Why?
Because I worry a lot they say
I'm over thinking. But, I'm not
It’s just how my brain is weird. One thought leads to another having no connection
I can't help it
Then, the paranoia settles in
“Will they hate me?”
“Will they abandon me?”
“Will they support me?”
These questions swirl in my mind,
Gaining momentum, having traction until they snowball into an avalanche of a panic attack
My palms become sweaty
My heartbeat starts to skyrocket
I can't breathe
It’s as if I'm claustrophobic. I can't get out. I keep scratching the wall. I keep on calling for help
But, my voice can't be heard over the façade of smiles & pretenses of familiarity. They say that silence is the most deafening scream of them all. But, aren’t they more profound? They are so much more poignant & get things done faster. The lambs were silent as well; weren’t they killed in the end.
Much good it did to them
I told you, my thoughts are not interconnected. So I'm jumping from one topic to other, with bad transitions between them. They are jagged pieces of emotions; shards so sharp you could slice open your finger on them.
I wonder how many times I need to prove that I am not okay.
They see the scars and the attacks and the tears, but they never acknowledge it.
How much more do I need to convey that I might act as if I'm unbreakable or invincible, but I am just reducing myself to the branches of the tree in your neighborhood, which is slowly rotting to death.

OCD Poem

I want to be clean
To be ridden of these anxious thoughts inside me
I scratch
I scratch
I scratch
The skin on my wrist with my nails so I feel some relief
This is irrational, I know
I cannot stop this scratching of my skin
There are germs crawling all around the place
But before I enter the room
I step in, and out
I step in, and out
I step in, and out
Before turning on the lights and cleaning the dining table with a cleaning spray, I want to be clean
Shiny
Sparkly
Perfect
But, there are thoughts I can't get rid of
About the fire which might happen if I’ve left the gas knob on before leaving the house
About my friends dying in a car accident
About me failing all my tests even after I’ve prepared them
I want to be pristine
These thoughts won’t let me be clean
So I pick
I pick and I pick
The scars which have formed on my wrist
Maybe letting some blood out, will finally make me clean
So I don’t have to scratch and pick;
Scratch and pick;
Scratch and pick;
Anymore