If anything, I regret having had to arrive at a moment of existential crisis before I made the decision to seek counselling. Having studied psychology during my under-grad years, I was fairly certain that I was a well-adjusted person. Last week, I began to feel as if my emotions were getting the best of me.

I had been sweeping them under the rug and behind furniture so they wouldn't appear in plain sight. I'd been struggling with the loss of a friendship that had become such an integral part of my identity; that had come to assume the significance of a point of reference such that I didn't know anymore where he ended and I began. When he decided to ghost on me, I felt the sincere anger of someone who had been wronged. He'd always held all the cards, always laid the terms and conditions of our engagement. I felt as though I had been robbed of my agency. I couldn't continue like this. I needed to be stronger. I needed to feel less broken. I had to take charge of the situation. Last week, around this time, I looked up a counselling centre in South Delhi and made an appointment to see a therapist.