THIS IS MY STORY
Ever since I was eleven, I had trouble fitting in. Unlike most of my peers, I refused to play by the rules of popularity. So while I didn’t have a lot of friends, I was content. Being true to myself was far more important to me than climbing some silly social ladder.
But over the years, I learned that my non-conformity came at a price. I had a lot of opinions that I wanted to share on a public platform, but I didn’t have much of an audience.🤦
Around that time, this great unifier we call the Internet came into my life. And that’s when things changed.
I had intriguing conversations with quirky strangers from around the world on Yahoo! Messenger. But soon, the negative experiences began to outnumber the positive ones, and I logged out forever.
Not long after, I enrolled in an engineering college. As new challenges came up, my desire to express myself faded into the background. I became a zombie with just one goal: to find my way out of this hell. (Note to self: That’s what doing something you have ZERO interest in does to a person.)
Unsurprisingly, my urge to write returned only after I graduated. And this time, I took it seriously.
I turned my back on the IT industry and took up writing instead. But even as I was writing for websites on topics that mattered to me, a voice in my head kept bugging me. I ignored it because it demanded something I couldn’t bring myself to do at the time: talk about my unique way of looking at the world ALONG WITH my personal struggles.
It took the end of my marriage in 2017 to put aside my fear of being judged and talk about my flaws, my scars, and my all-around weirdness. And you know what? It feels AMAZING.
WHICH BRINGS ME TO YOU
The fact that you are here, relating to my story makes one thing crystal clear: you belong to my tribe of misfits.
You are a dreamer, an eccentric, a rebel.
You don’t just question the status quo, you live outside it.
Unlike most people, you don’t give in to rigid social expectations. Your idea of success is not following some linear blueprint. You refuse to do stuff like pursue a safe career over your passion or pretend you are fine even when you are falling apart. You believe that mental health is just as important as physical health.
“Normal” is just not your cup of tea.
Being authentic means more to you than any amount of external validation. And you know you are *flawsome* so you wear no masks, own your scars, and let your freak flag fly high.
Long story short, I am SO EXCITED you are here, you free spirit, you!
AND NOW IT’S TIME FOR A PROPER INTRODUCTION :)
Heyo! My name is Mahevash (pronounced ‘Maa-hey-vash’) and I run this mental health and lifestyle blog. Stick around and I promise to keep this space real and taboo-ey. Case in point: I am an openly divorced Indian woman who has clinical depression, generalized anxiety, and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Yes, I am in therapy and yes, I am medicated too.
WHAT’S WITH THE NAME ‘MAHEVASH MUSES’?
So you’re probably wondering why I chose this name when this blog is for unconventional souls. Let me explain.
First off, unlike most blogs, mine wasn’t born with a specific mission or purpose. I started writing here only as part of a course assignment. And because I got a kick out of blogging, I kept at it.
Anyway, here’s the backstory: when an individual expresses something online, they often get attacked for supposedly trying to pass off opinion as fact. What should be a respectful discussion morphs into a never-ending flame war. The focus shifts from what is being said to who is wrong and who is right. Tragically, what is actually being communicated is undermined, even lost.
I consciously wanted to avoid this from happening, which is why I decided to go with ‘Mahevash Muses’. It states that I am Mahevash and these are my thoughts. They are not facts, they are opinions. And everyone is entitled to their opinion, aren’t they?
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