The art of self-reflection

I’m doing a Mental Wellness Series for #MentalHealthAwarenessMonth. Every Thursday this May, I’m writing about one theme that shapes how we live, feel, and function.

This week’s focus is self-reflection.

We spend so much time looking outward—managing tasks, responding to others, chasing what’s next. It’s easy to become efficient at everything—except being with yourself.

Self-reflection isn’t a trend or a one-time exercise. It’s a quiet habit of returning to your inner world. A chance to check in before things pile up. A way to stay honest with yourself when life gets loud.

But when things are uncertain or fast, reflection can feel like a luxury. When you’re always solving or giving, it can feel unnatural to pause and ask, How am I really doing with all of this?

We’re conditioned to value doing over being. Output over observation. But without reflection, we live on autopilot—reacting instead of responding, pushing forward without checking if it’s even the direction we want.

Mental wellness isn’t just about pushing through. It’s about knowing yourself—what grounds you, what drains you, when you're out of alignment, when you’re pretending to be fine.

That kind of knowing doesn’t come from noise. It comes from stillness. From noticing without judgment. 

Self-reflection isn’t about overthinking. It’s about seeing clearly. It’s asking, Am I living in a way that feels true—or just tolerable?

In therapy, I meet people who are doing well on paper but feel disconnected inside. Not because they’re broken, but because they’ve been living by borrowed rules without pausing to ask if those rules still fit.

Sometimes, clarity doesn’t come from talking to someone else. It comes from listening to yourself. Writing something down. Sitting with your own words. Noticing the small signs of misalignment you’ve been ignoring.

You don’t need a long ritual to reflect. You need honesty. Five quiet minutes. A willingness to be with what is.

Because self-reflection isn’t about fixing everything. It’s about asking better questions. About remembering that your life is allowed to change when you do.

So this week, give yourself a moment—not to plan or solve, but to listen.

Here's to self-reflection leading to lasting transformation for all of us.

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Emotional Residue in Relationships

I’m doing a Mental Wellness Series for #MentalHealthAwarenessMonth. Every Thursday, I write about one theme that quietly shapes how we live, feel, and function.

This week’s focus is on the emotional residue of relationships.

Relationships are meant to nourish us. But sometimes, they drain us in ways we struggle to name. Not because we don’t love the people in our lives—but because even good relationships carry invisible weight: unspoken expectations, unresolved patterns, emotional labor we didn’t realize we signed up for.

We often treat mental health like it lives only inside us. But much of it plays out in how we relate to others—how we communicate, how we manage closeness, how much space we feel allowed to take up.

It doesn’t always show up as dramatic conflict. Often, it’s subtle: –
– Rewording a message to sound softer
– Feeling drained after every interaction
– Wanting more but being afraid to ask for it

We carry these small weights daily. Over time, they add up to fatigue, numbness, resentment. And we don’t always notice—until we’re tired for no clear reason.

As a psychologist, I also meet people who aren’t in crisis or heartbreak. They’re just worn out. Quietly overwhelmed from being everything to everyone. Not asking for much. Just room to be. A connection that doesn’t feel like performance.

That’s what emotional residue does.

It doesn’t always appear inside the relationship—it appears inside us. In the hesitation. The hypervigilance. The slow retreat from our own needs.

And the hardest part? We don’t talk about it.

We tell ourselves it’s not that bad. That we should just manage. But managing isn’t healing.

You can love someone and still feel unseen.
You can be grateful and still want more.
You can accept effort and still long for ease.

Healing begins with honest questions: –
What part of me do I shrink in this relationship?
What am I giving that I no longer feel free to stop?
What version of me does this connection expect—and is that still me?

Sometimes, these questions help us return to the relationship with more clarity. Other times, they help us realize that what we’ve been calling connection is actually obligation.

Either way, the work starts within.

Mental wellness isn’t just about stress or mood. It’s about having spaces where you can exhale. Relationships where you don’t overthink your existence. Bonds that make you feel more like yourself. The right relationships will always make room for your whole self.

Here’s to better relationships leading to happier lives for all of us.
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Celebrating T.S.Thirumalai

On the occasion of my maternal grandfather’s 100th birth anniversary, I reflect on the indelible impact he has had on my life and the lives of so many others. Known as an English stalwart, he was a man of intellect and simplicity, whose presence, though quiet, was deeply felt. He was an enigma—always present, yet distant in a way that only those who knew him could truly understand.

My grandfather was often called a “mobile dictionary” by his students, a testament to his vast knowledge and love for language. I cannot remember a time when he wasn’t engrossed in a book or newspaper, always consuming and processing information. Even in his 80s, he tackled the Hindu crossword with unmatched enthusiasm, keeping his mind sharp and his curiosity alive.

Our trips to Higginbothams were magical—a ritual we both cherished. The smell of books, the quiet joy of choosing one, and his patient presence as I explored were the highlights of my childhood vacations. These trips weren’t just about books; they were about a shared love for discovery. I remember coaxing him into attempting ballroom dance steps, a challenge he indulged with quiet amusement, stepping out of his comfort zone just to make me happy.

Now, as a psychologist, I emphasize journaling as a tool for mental well-being. My grandfather didn’t just journal; he logged daily events with precision, including the smallest details, refusing to dismiss anything as mundane. For him, I imagine it wasn’t merely a record—it was an acknowledgment that every moment, no matter how ordinary, held its own value.

He was a man who never dramatized or overshared emotions, yet his presence was a constant, steady source of support. His love was never loud but always unwavering. He didn’t need to say much—his actions spoke volumes. Whether it was his deep appreciation for Carnatic music, the satisfaction of a well-prepared meal, or the sheer joy of a completed task, he showed us how to savor life’s simple pleasures. 

Of all the things he inspired in me, the one I cherish most is the importance of intellectual engagement. It has been my anchor, helping me stay meaningfully occupied, discover my passions, and savor my journey as a writer.

Today, as I reflect on his 100 years of life, I feel profoundly blessed to have witnessed a life lived with such dignity, quiet strength, and enduring love. Thathu, your legacy is woven into the very fabric of who I am. Your wisdom, restraint, and unwavering love continue to guide me in countless ways. You will always be cherished, remembered, and deeply missed. Thank you for shaping my world in ways words can never fully capture.