Words and words by Snigdha Nautiyal. I enjoy writing and I have things to say, ergo I must say them. I try to remember that these waves and waves of emotion that wash over me can erode my shore, but not my core. And so, it is okay to be mindful of the emotions, and yet not feel washed away. This is part 2 of a series on depression.

Whats a boy supposed to do? Sunday, February 22, 2015. And I checked, not drunk. May the force be strong with you. Saturday, August 30, 2014. And then it somewhat started to gath.

I am glad we had this talk. Saturday, August 15, 2015. While I had some very weak, upright intentions of attending some of the conference presentations, I did not attend a single one. I felt I paid my dues by wearing the most uncomfortable clothes and shoes for the whole job shebang. I am glad I did, she seemed so thrilled. I should do that more often.

Loony poems and wacky stories and thoughts one too many! July 10, 2015. I manage, mostly,. Even with the cuts and scrapes. But you, with your kindness. And on the darkest of days,. You coming home to me. When your breath no longer catches. At the sight of me. My heart misses a beat. When i find you in the crowd. Even as this lingering grey.

Sunday, April 7, 2013. Wednesday, April 3, 2013. I assure you I have no idea how you do it. You said you were proud of me and that you had no doubt I would make an independent researcher one day.