10th January 2019

By Athira Elssa Johnson -
The mental struggle is the hardest, Isolated or not you feel lonely, not been able to engage with the world I used to, here;  music doesn't help, neither book reading. Drugs trick you to a grim state, we might think we could outsmart it; but nope, it taunts, bringing an imagery of all the sufferings of the world, it mocks constantly  reminding you that there are a lot out there struggling; you never gave thoughts on them, did you? Until it caught you.
" I believe in the power of lived experiences and documenting stories . I try to survive amidst the stigma, hate and act against any means / system of oppression. Considers intersectionality as to be the most important in politics and elsewhere. Trying to learn, relearn and unlearn as a journalist. My beat is health and I pursue it with understanding of communities "

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