I am not a professional writer nor I think I am a good writer but there is something, some Uncharted satisfaction that I get from writing on my blogs, I am damn sure that only one or two people read what I write but it feels like I am pouring my heart out to the world, I always befriend writing whenever I am hurt or there is an extreme inflow of thoughts into my mind.

Today I will discuss bad days. Bad days, every human experiences bad days. Where his or her mind goes numb, the world doesn’t make sense to him or her. If you are close to someone I would suggest you to endure the alien attitude of that person, be patient with what is said, how harsh or mean it is, because you don’t know what that person is going through.

Today I had the worst day of my year when it comes to health and specially mental health. I am a Corona survivor and it didn’t bother me as much as today’s slipped disc in my back has. It has been 2 years, I have been mentally and physically crippled by this. I fix it and then relapse, I fix it and then relapses. When i have bad days then, I am not myself due to that someone calls me disabled, someone says I am retard, someone says I am overacting, someone blames my camping trip for it, everyone has their own opinion but no one asked me;

Sanan how it feels, what makes you better, do you need any mental support during this time.

Be cautious about what your loved ones go through, ask them about their grumpy attitude, their down body language. Don’t blame, don’t get annoyed because loved ones matter a lot when a person is going through battles be there for him or her.