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Help Veer Now: Save a Four Year Old’s Life

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A Happy Family

We live in London. We worked hard and built a life here just like several other people who have moved to a different land. Our lives turned around when we were blessed with a beautiful daughter. Few years later, Veer, our son, was born. We were elated and happy. Our family was complete. Our children have been our sunshine and guiding light.

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The Challenge

But a challenge awaited us. Our son was diagnosed with Fanconi Anaemia – a rare and serious blood disorder that prevents your bone marrow from making new blood cells for your body to function normally. It can also cause the marrow to produce abnormal cells. Veer is 4 today. It has been nothing short of a nightmare so far. One cannot pack up a set of words neatly into a sentence that can express what it is to see your child go through bouts of medication and blood transfusion. Sometimes, we wonder if we can ever wake up to a day when all of this is behind us.

The ‘Help Veer Now’ Initiative

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So far, we have reached out to every bone marrow registry and organisation in the hunt for a donor. We have conducted drives globally, knocked every door and tried every method. Veer’s recent blood reports have thrown us into a pool of despair, but we are not giving up. If you have not registered as a marrow donor, please do it for us, for Veer, for thousands of others like our child who are waiting for someone to step up and save their life.

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Kris Pereira: Expressing Depression Through Poetry

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Growing Up

My parents decided to part ways during my early childhood. That sowed the first seeds of depression. I craved for a complete family. I’d watch my friends bring their dads to school and I couldn’t. I moved to Goa for my education and lived at a boarding lodge/hostel. The environment was toxic and violent. It was a common practice to beat up and abuse us. All of this confused and scared me. My mother worked extremely hard to provide for me and I didn’t wish to burden her with the horrors I faced.

I decided to move to Mumbai for my high school graduation. Since I had spent too many years alone, I wanted friends and company. Anyone could sense me desperate desire to fit in. Unfortunately, with no right guidance to fall back upon, I took up the wrong habits to blend into the fast crowd and noise of the city.

Tired, I returned to my hometown for college education. I thought staying with my mother would help, it didn’t. The damage was complete by then. My elder brother’s passing was the final nail in the coffin. I spiraled into a dark hollow and refused to climb out. Nothing was worth the effort. I failed the first year of college and struggled with belief in God and religion as opposed to my mother’s strong faith.

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Failing the exam shifted something on the inside. I started attending sessions regularly and fell in love with literature. There was peace and solace in prose, poetry and criticism. I started feeling better after therapy.

Expressing Depression Through Poetry

It hasn’t been easy. I have gone from hating people to pleasing them for no reason. In spite of the support I have tried to take my life. My counsellor’s unconventional methods have helped me introspect and confront my actions, reactions and decisions. I express my depression through poetry. photography and blogs to express the way I feel.

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I believe it is okay to not be okay. One can have a difficult history, feel suicidal, end up with the wrong set of people and make errors in judgement. What is not okay is to be that way and not reach out for help. One must help oneself first. No matter how tough it gets, there’s only one YOU, the world needs you.

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