Neelam Sharma
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Been on a spiritual ride for awhile, and these are my takeaways
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Life Is but a Series of Decisions. Top Story - October 2024.
I’m not an anxious person, but bouts of anxiety have been seizing my insides lately. It began in the wee hours before a heavy rainfall. By mid-morning my bedroom was flooded. I moved things off the floor and heaved my dresser onto my bed to prevent water damage, all the while madly proclaiming ‘life is happening for me and not to me’ repeatedly in my head. Fortunately, I had a lunch date. When I returned, the water had receded.
By Neelam Sharmaabout a year ago in Motivation
The Gift Durga Ma Gave Me on Noh Ratri
On the first day of Noh Ratri, I requested in my morning prayer to feel Durga Ma's energy. I wanted to know what the Durga aspect of Shakti (the Hindi and Sanskrit word for universal feminine energy, and the Hindi word for power) is, like what she feels like, and what exactly she represents.
By Neelam Sharmaabout a year ago in Viva
When the People Turned into Corpses
“Let’s get weird,” I say, craning my head up to the person standing next to me. We are alternating between looking down at the capsules of ground mushrooms we’ve been handed and looking at everything BUT the mushrooms. Our eyes meet briefly, and he shrugs and says resignedly, “let’s get weird.” Like a couple of comrades who have undertaken an oath, we clink our capsules together and wash them down our throats with our drinks.
By Neelam Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
When Passion Falters
I’m in a mood, and I’m not sure if it’s a possible sugar crash from this morning’s decaf apple crisp oat macchiato, someone else’s shit mood rubbed onto me, or my period is coming - hope not because if my mood is any indication of her potential wrath, I’m fucked.
By Neelam Sharmaabout a year ago in Motivation
Choose Your Own Adventure
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE Nicky sets down the embarrassingly piddly weights and shakes out her trembling arms. From the mirror, a figure making their way to the cable machine behind her catches her eye. Oh! The hot guy is here. Her stomach flops, and she immediately casts her gaze downwards. While he adjusts the weights, she sneaks a glance his way, and her heart attempts to beat its way out of her chest. Ugh, I like him. That much is obvious. She sighs. Well, what am I going to do about that? He turns his head in her direction. What does Nicky do?
By Neelam Sharmaabout a year ago in Motivation
Betrayal's Betrayal
I started in denial, bypassed anger, bargaining, and depression, and went straight to acceptance, like a pilot smooth-sailing to point B. Or a robot incapable of processing emotions. Or just a very efficient human. Point being I should be burying body-wracking sobs into a pillow with the word fool scrawled across my face.
By Neelam Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
Self-Love Can Be A Finicky Business
I was made fun of a lot as a kid because of my physical appearance. My last post was a lamentation detailing my futile efforts to figure out self-love. I picked the concept apart, but that brought confusion. I asked questions to readers hoping to receive clarity, like whether changing my physical appearance in order to hide it or enhance it is self-love or self-hate.
By Neelam Sharmaabout a year ago in Viva
Is Plucking My Chin Hairs Self-Hate?
They called me Needle in elementary school because I was so skinny. I was picked last for sports teams. On top of the frizzy curly hair, over-sized glasses, and braces, my body became another one of my many unfortunate physical characteristics.
By Neelam Sharmaabout a year ago in Viva
