Psychotalk with Dr Shruti

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...

THE “NOISE” WITHIN The voices in my head that never really go silent. Some whisper doubts, others shout regrets. They carry the weight of my past, the anxiety of my future, and the confusion of the present. At times, they argue with each other; one pulling me towards healing, the other drowning me in fear. Some voices sound like people I’ve lost, some like the parts of me I’ve tried to forget. They remind me of mistakes, of what I should have said, of what I should never have done. And yet, amidst this chaos, there’s always a softer voice trying to break through; one that says I’m still here, still trying, still worthy. It’s not madness. It’s just me, unfolding. I am slowly unfolding myself, layer by layer, like pages of a story I never had the courage to read. Each emotion, each memory, each scar.  It reveals a part of me I once hid to protect my softness. It’s not easy to meet your own truths, to face the versions of you that you abandoned just to be accepted or loved. But I’ve r...

Raising siblings with love is a parenting skill. Two siblings can either be best of friends or the worst enemies. Making your children support each other and develop a strong bond requires nurture from parents. Children observe the mutual support amongst other family members. It always starts with conscious parenting. Give them environment that teaches empathy and compassion.  It starts with understanding child development and psychology. The early childhood experience and birth order plays a key role in shaping their mindset. Elder child is seen to have dictatorship and are responsible whereas the younger sibling is a peace maker of the home and pampered. If parents learn the behaviour based on birth order they will be skilled to navigate their parenting style. Based on Albert Bandura (American psychologist) theories, he states that children learn by modelling family members and parents. If they see you talking with each other respectfully and kindly they learn to inculcate that i...

Not everything can be figured out, not every question needs an answer, not every-time you can pretend to be happy and strong all the time.  You are allowed to have bad days. Being vulnerable is not weakness to hide your emotions.  Acknowledging when you’re not okay is the first step toward getting better. Healing is not always instant like a 2 min Maggi noodle. It’s a slow process which gradually opens doors to self compassion and growth. Healing takes time because it’s just not about fixing what’s broken; it’s about understanding and adapting to what hurt you. Pain, grief or trauma doesn’t fade with single decision. It needs space to felt, understood and processed.  As your body and mind repair, you learn. Letting go of the things that once defined you helps you rebuilt trust and reshaping new identity.  Healing takes time because you are becoming whole again.  “Not every day is meant to be conquered — some are meant to be survived. Follow me : https://youtube....

Empaths work on a completely  different frequency from the rest of the world. They are the people with heightened ability to sense and feel the emotions and energies of others. what do they really know than the rest of us ? Emotional transmutation : they can transform negative emotional energy around them into calm or healing energy. Hightened self awareness : Thrpugh understanding their own feelings first and mindfulness they develop phenomenal emotional intelligence Deep listening skills : They not only tune in to your words but also the facial expressions and body language. Nature lovers : They spend time in nature and environment to get into that vibe of higher vivbration to sharpen their senses. Non judgemental : they understand the reasons behind others behaviour with compassion Healthy boundaries: They have a shield around them to protect themselves emotionally. Know to say “no”. Recognise limits. Creative : lovers of art, writing and music to express emotions follow me...

When things fall apart, you look for something familiar. Someone you know. Someone you have touched. Even if it’s gone forever. But gradually you learn to make peace with the present. Even if that peace is not fully grown inside you. Even if you are hiding the turmoil inside with a smiling face. Life makes you swallow truth. Just swallow in silence. Never speak about heartbreak or exhaustion from drama. Slowly you discover to protect your peace, more than pain. There is not always a grand reconciliation. Sometimes you let go in silence. No arguments. No harsh Good byes. Just clarity. Even if clarity hurts you more than chaos. Follow me on : Instagram👇🏻@psychotalk_with_drshruti https://www.instagram.com/psychotalk_with_drshruti?igsh=d2UwaGxoNHJhMjU4&utm_source=qr Like,subscribe and share on youtube at : https://youtube.com/@drshrutinabriya?si=Jzyx2i0gxlWxHzKP

स्याही.. लिखो, मिटाओ; फिर लिखो, फिर मिटाओ; कोरे पन्नों को स्याही से भरते चले जाओ, मन कुछ हल्का हो तो उँड़ेलो काग़ज़ पर, क़िस्सा ख़त्म हो तो, मरोड़ो नज़्मो पर.. दर्द लिखने से कम होते नहीं बढ़ते चले जाते हैं, पुराने ज़ख़्म फिर से उभरते नज़र आते हैं.. पीछे पलट कर देखूँ, तो अल्फ़ाज़ मिले रद्दी के ढेर में, बिकते मिले जज़्बात बाज़ारों की भीड़ में.. गलती हुई जो किरदारों को वफ़ादार समझ बैठे, भूल हुई , हम किस्से को कहानी समझ बैठे.. डॉ श्रुति नाबरिया