Nandini Goyal

There was a time when people used to keep their problems and struggles hidden inside a closet, only they could access. Today, in many online spaces, the opposite can sometimes feel true. Feelings like "I'm traumatized", "I'm mentally unstable" or "I'm not okay" have become common responses even in the situations that are just frustrating rather than genuinely traumatic. Imagine the happiest person in the room. Just to fit in the conversation, they might use words like "I am stressed" because...

Sometimes, I find myself wondering what it really means to share a piece of your soul with the world. How do you put into words the messy, beautiful chaos of growing up, questioning, and learning? That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do with my blog. It’s not just a collection of thoughts; it’s a journey - mine and, hopefully, yours too. This space is where I reflect on psychology, society, and the little moments that shape who I am. So, let me take you behind the scenes of Nandini Writes...

I kept tugging at the edge of my sleeve, folding it over my fingers and unfolding it again. My foot wouldn’t stop shaking beneath the chair, a quiet rhythm I couldn’t control. My eyes traced the same crack on the wall like it might suddenly offer an escape route. I nodded at the right places, adjusted my posture, uncrossed and recrossed my legs; small movements that made it look like I was present. But really, I was just trying to steady the noise inside my own head. I had been in that room...