Living in Constant Fear: A Personal Reflection
Living in constant fear has become my new normal. The increasing incidents of rapes and murders make me question my safety every day. It’s been two years since I moved to Bangalore, and I still don’t have five trustworthy friends. Why is that?
It’s not because I’m an introvert or shy. I avoid talking to or even looking at people—not even at work. I don’t smile at strangers. The current situation in our country makes me feel like anyone could be a psychopath ready to harm me if I make eye contact, smile, or talk to them. Sometimes, I even worry about my choice of clothing.
Nights are sleepless, filled with the glow of my phone as I seek comfort from my family. I double-check that my doors are locked. I wasn’t always this concerned, but now I’m so insecure that I’m afraid to live freely and carefree.
Despite being an independent working woman, I’ve become more dependent on my family than I was as a child. It took me a year to start talking to my team and two years to make two friends. I feel so scared and alone in this world.
I always feel like I’m surrounded by monsters, unsure of who is a true friend and who might betray me. It’s easier to keep everyone at a distance. I believe I’m not alone in feeling this way; many women, regardless of age or background, share these fears.
Have you ever felt this way? How do you cope with these fears? Is there any way to keep ourselves safe and learn to trust the world again?
Words are diped with emotions, Each sentence carries burden of hard reality
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