The Jail It is in the caption #yqbaba #jail #depression #chitstory Depression had set in. It was slowly crawling into me as I watched helplessly. I could do nothing, for whatever I did, I couldn't stop depression from worming its way into my system. The world was happy, my folks at home unconcerned, and here I was, brutally trapped, unable to walk out of this jail. It was a herculean task getting to work, to even lift a tiny spoon or just keep my perennially sleepy eyes open. The jail didn't allow me. All through my days in this hellish prison, dad was in his comfortable heaven. He would be enjoying his sumptuous meals, laughing and lazing around. Retirement was bliss for him and here were my incessant thoughts, refusing to retire themselves, prying my eyelids open whenever I tried to shut them. Dad never got his ass up to search for the key and release me. He literally delivered slaps with words to me in that jail, words that ensured I worked my ass off and went regularly to earn my own bread that tasted insipid to me then. Looking back, I must be grateful for his indifference and those slaps. They managed to wake up my courage, my ability to fight, to face the dreadful world and see light.
