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Push the "Fight, not flight button"!!

September 10 marks World Suicide Prevention day every year! This day began to be observed in 2003. Every individual has either undergone some trauma or been undergoing a bad experience over a period of time. 

The pandemic has worsened the situation, isolating people more. Work-from-home jobs, no-socializing, and no-human touch have increased cases of depression, and suicide has become a common buzzword now. Counselling centres are buzzing with ever ringing telephone lines and more people reaching out to counsellors, parenting coaches and life coaches for help. Everyone has been affected - celebs to commoners - none have been spared of depression. Social media is abuzz with videos of experts giving tips on happiness and gurus conducting wellness sessions. Motivational groups have mushroomed on Whatsapp, Telegram and other chat group apps. Motivational quotes are shared daily on Whatsapp statuses and Facebook as a morning and evening ritual. A sense of stagnancy and feeling of being stuck has seeped in people who are slowly losing focus and purpose to live in life. This is when individuals have begun choosing the "flight" in between the former and "fight" - flight symbolizing the need to escape somewhere and fight to symbolize how to remain in the situation using coping mechanisms. Mostly, people lose the will to "fight" and press the "flight" button. Pushing the flight button for most means leaving the world. Ironically, in most cases, it is the family which is the last to know why the person committed suicide. So, let's talk, begin a discussion, make a call and vent! It is a plea to all families, friends and relatives to look out for near and dear ones - call them! Your loved ones may or may not be in distress but your call may remind them "fight" is the only button they should press and not the "flight" button.

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