Psychotalk with Dr Shruti

  Recently, I came across an old photograph of myself. For a few moments, I simply looked at it. And strangely, it felt as though I was looking at a girl I knew very well. She looked so young. So carefree. So unaware of how quickly life would move. And now the grey strands growing quietly through my hair make me look surprisingly mature now. There was a time when I would have wanted to hide them. Today, they feel more like little reminders of everything I have lived through. There was a day when I was running around my childhood home without ever wondering where the years would go. And now, I sit quietly on my couch, sometimes wondering where all those years disappeared. My face has changed. My priorities have changed. My body has slowed down. The mirror reveals the dark circles, the fine lines, the tiredness that I sometimes wish I could erase. My hair reveals the years I would rather keep hidden. But there is something the mirror cannot show. It cannot show how much stronger I ha...

मैं फन्ना… शमा बुझ गई परवाने के जल जाने से, और हम अंधेरे से शिकवा कर बैठे.. मद्धम रोशनी से रात कट तो रही थी, हवा की दुश्मनी से ख़ुद को जला बैठे .. परवाना दूर ही रहता, ख़ुद जलने चला,  आरज़ू दबा कर रखता, अगर मचलता नहीं.. मौत का ख़ौफ़ किसे , इश्क़ में बर्बाद हो चला, कहता, रूह से बँधा हूँ बदन से नहीं ..  शमा का क्या है फिर से रौशन हो जाएगी, हवा का रुख़ कोई और परवाना मोड़ लाएगी.. समझाया उसे, मजबूर ना हो किसी के फुसलाने से, पर अधूरी ख्वाहिश फिर से तलब जगाएगी.. तू फ़न्ना होना चाहता है अपनी मुहब्बत पर, परवाने पर ज़माने को हमदर्दी नहीं.. सुलग कर राख होने को तैयार है, तमाशा बन जाएगा, नादान तेरे चिराग़ को तुझसे वफ़ा ही नहीं ..  - श्रुति

30% of abused children become abusive parents. Children from divorced families are 2-3 times more likely to divorce themselves. If you were never allowed to express yourself as a child, chances are you won't be able to understand the expression of your children. We mirror the emotions all our lives. Silent treatments given to each other as parents are noticed and absorbed by children only to later on mimic and deliver the same reaction to our partners. The term broken family carries weight that extends far beyond divorce statistics or single parent households. A family where love, emotional safety, and healthy communication is fractured leaves its members to navigate relationships without the foundational tools they need. To name a few, trust issues, emotional dysregulation, unhealthy relationship patterns, selfless struggles, and many more. Create a ripple effect. It creates a ripple effect that don't just affect the immediate members but impacts through generations and commu...

Where do I search for ? O’ Mahadev,  In this vast, trembling world I wander, Searching for a love like yours- The fire of Parvati’s devotion,  An ocean of surrender that cures.. But here, love is weighed on scales, Measured in coins of want and gains, A barter of fleeting desires, A marketplace of skin buyers.. Where is the grace of union, The silence that sings of trust? Where is the love that bends ego, That sails another weakest ? O’ lord of Kailash,  My eyes are thirsty for the nectar, For the sacred flame of tenderness,  Thy this world of yours is no more protector.. Yet I sit in sorrow at your feet,  Mourning the poverty of love in this world, Yearning where two souls dissolve into one, A divine bond that even time bows before.. https://www.instagram.com/psychotalk_with_drshruti?igsh=d2UwaGxoNHJhMjU4&utm_source=qr https://youtube.com/@drshrutinabriya?si=Jzyx2i0gxlWxHzKP

The Harsh Truth We Never Saw Coming Harsh truths don’t arrive gently. They crash like a wave you didn’t see forming — quiet at first, then suddenly pulling you under. It’s the moment your illusions break. What you thought was solid becomes shaky.The person you trusted, the belief you held, the hope you nurtured — all feel like strangers. The truth doesn’t knock. It enters when it wants.And when you’re not ready, it feels like betrayal by reality itself. You feel disoriented. Grieving something you can’t name.Your body tenses. Your chest is heavy. You replay the past over and over, asking: How did I not see it? But here’s what’s rarely said : That moment of devastation is also the beginning of clarity. Raw, painful, unfiltered clarity.It doesn’t heal you immediately, but it starts something honest inside you.And though it hurts, you begin to see:The truth didn’t come to destroy you.It came to free you. Coping with a harsh truth — especially one you weren’t ready to face — takes both ten...