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A first-of-its-kind, cross-cultural lens to mental illness through the inspiring story of Gayathri's thirty-year battle with depression. This literary memoir takes readers from her childhood in India where depression is thought to be a curse to life in America where she eventually finds the light within by drawing on both her rich Hindu heritage and Western medicine to find healing.
As a young girl in Bangalore, Gayathri was surrounded by the fragrance of jasmine and flickering oil lamps, her family protected by Hindu gods and goddesses. But as she grew older, demons came forth from the dark corners of her idyllic kingdom--with the scariest creatures lurking within her.The daughter of a respected Brahmin family, Gayathri began to feel different. "I can hardly eat, sleep, or think straight. The only thing I can do is cry unending tears." Her parents insisted it was all in her head. Because traditional Indian culture had no concept of depression as an illness, no doctor could diagnose and no medicine could heal her mysterious malady.This memoir traces Gayathri's courageous battle with the depression that consumed her from adolescence through marriage and a move to the United States. It was only after the birth of her first child, when her husband discovered her in the backyard "clawing the earth furiously with my bare hands, intent on digging a grave so that I could bury myself alive," that she finally found help. After a stay in a psych ward she eventually found "the light within," an emotional and spiritual awakening from the darkness of her tortured mind.Gayathri's inspiring story provides a first-of-its-kind cross-cultural view of mental illness--how it is regarded in India and in America, and how she drew on both her rich Hindu heritage and Western medicine to find healing.
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Publisher's Weekly Review
From the president of the mental illness activism group ASHA International comes this memoir of struggling with depression and the disease's stigma. When her first bout of depression strikes as a teenager in Bangalore, Ramprasad's strict father tells her to "buck up" when doctors can't diagnose her frequent vomiting and crying spells. Her devout Hindu mother tells her to pray harder to evade the evil eye. Because mental health treatment is so rare in India, for years Ramprasad doesn't even know what her disease is called. The diagnosis-given by an Indian psychiatrist-comes abruptly, but naming the problem is not a magical cure. Even when Ramprasad moves to America and begins to see Western doctors, she continues to suffer intense anxiety and suicidal ideation, often brought on by the very medications prescribed to cure her. Though the book would have benefitted from more analysis to balance the immersive experience of reading about the author's experiences, Ramprasad admirably offers an honest depiction of depression as an ongoing struggle. She reminds readers that not all cultures deal with mental illness in the same way, and her hard-won triumph makes it easy for readers to support her crusade of hope. Agent: Susan Lee Cohen, Riverside Literary Agency. (Mar.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
Kirkus Review
Ramprasad chronicles her harrowing journey through depression, from which she emerged with the light of hope to become a mental health advocate. Now the head of ASHA International, a nonprofit organization that promotes wellness, the author writes that 350 million people worldwide suffer from depression. While 60 to 80 percent of those diagnosed "can be effectively treated with antidepressant medications and brief, structured forms of psychotherapy," fewer than 25 percent receive such treatments. The author begins with her idyllic childhood in a loving family in India, which came to an end when, as a teenager, she began to suffer from crying spells and outbursts that escalated in college. Unable to eat, she spent hours in bed crying, but the doctor found nothing wrong with her. Due to the stigma attached to mental illness, Ramprasad began a cycle of denial, secrecy and shame. Eventually, she entered into an arranged marriage with a successful Indian engineer, Ram, and joined him in America, but she lived in fear that he and his family would learn of her "crazy" bouts and disown her. So she continued to hide her symptoms, but after the birth of their daughter, she sunk into a postpartum depression that could not be concealed. While in India visiting her parents with the baby, she suffered a nervous breakdown that resulted in a diagnosis of chronic depression. She received electroconvulsive therapy and medications that offered little relief. Thankfully, Ram remained loving and supportive, but antidepressant medications and cognitive therapy failed to stop the suicidal thoughts and violent outbursts that landed her in a mental hospital. It was in her lowest moment that the author realized that the keys to her wellness were within her, and she began searching for other remedies. Breathing techniques, meditation, exercise and openness about her illness slowly helped her climb out of that dark place. A well-written, novellike story offering hope for recovery for families in the throes of mental illness.]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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Excerpts
Prologue I grew up in a world anointed by the sweet scintillating fragrance of jasmine, and sanctified by the Hindu gods and goddesses that graced and guarded our family. Ganesh, the elephant-faced God, removed all obstacles and impediments. Saraswathi, the goddess of learning, blessed my efforts in school. Lakshmi , the goddess of wealth, was generous to us, and always, we revered among others the righteous Lord Rama, and his devout consort Sita, the epitome of womanhood. Mine was a world of otherworldly tales, castles, flickering oil lamps and fragrant sandalwood dreams. At some point in a fairy tale life, I suppose it should come as no surprise to discover dragons, demons, and dungeons in the dark corners of the kingdom. What was surprising was to discover that all the scariest creatures were within me, and that the castle of my dreams could become a prison from which the only escape was death. Later I would discover that these demons had names-- anxiety disorder, suicidal depression, postpartum depression, mental illness. But for nearly three decades of my life I had no words for it. "It" was me. In that fairy tale life, I turned out to be both dragon and dragon slayer, but it did not start out that way. In the beginning I was a princess…. Chapter 4: American Knight My father arrives home from work one evening, excited about an opportunity to become the General Manger at a new textile mill in Tanzania, Africa. After weeks of serious discussion, Amma decides to accompany him, but only after getting me married, she insists. Barely twenty-one, I am considered to be at my prime in the marriage market. I wonder, however, if my mother has gone mad. I cannot believe she thinks she can find me a groom and get us married in less than three months. Within weeks, however, her prayers and persistence pays off. "Wait until you see the picture of the handsome Prince who will marry you Gayathri," Amma's co-conspirator, my aunt Shubha teases, waving a picture at my face. My sister Chitra leaps at my aunt, and grabs the picture from her hands, almost knocking her down. She studies the photo, grins, and runs. I chase her begging to see it. "After all, he is supposed to be my husband," I say, tackling her to the ground. "What is all the commotion about, girls?" asks Appa, coming home from work. "You will never believe our luck!" Amma grins, clapping her hands together. "I went to propose Gayu to Shekar, a scientist working in Mumbai. But, his grandmother took one look at Gayu's picture and insisted that she would be perfect for her other grandson, an engineer living in America! Can you believe it? AMERICA!!!" she gushes. Apparently, the young man was returning home to Bangalore shortly to attend his younger sister's wedding and his family decided this would be an opportune time for him to marry as well. "His name is Ramprasad," Amma continues. "They call him Ram at home." I marvel at both my mother's efficiency, and her luck. Ramprasad literally means the gift of Rama. "Well done!" Appa notes, "He is named after your favorite God." Amma's grin widens. "And he was a gold medalist in the engineering program at the Indian Institute of Technology" -- India's Caltech and MIT -- "He has not one, but two masters degrees in computer science. And, he is working at Intel in Portland, Oregon. He also comes from a prominent family," Amma sighs, deeply content. I stare at the picture in my hand, unsure if the man staring back will be my future husband. His curly hair is parted in the side and combed neatly. His wide forehead, a sign of intelligence and nobility I am told, sharp nose and pronounced chin, makes him look studious, even a bit too serious. But, his smile exudes a boyish charm. I wonder if he will like me. I wonder if we will fall in love. My mind spins into a world of its own. I had always known that my parents would arrange my marriage as my mother's had been, and her mother's before her. But, swept away by romantic classics and Bollywood movies, I had secretly dreamed of one day being swept off my feet by a tall, dark knight, a handsome hero all on my own. Today, very slowly, young Indian girls and boys are falling in love and choosing their own partners, but not then. Now my mother pulls me briskly out of my reverie, like a magician pulling a cloth from a beautifully laid table. "I left a picture of Gayu and her horoscope with Ram's parents," she tells my father as though I were not in the room. "They have promised to consult their priest and call us back in a few days. I have given them Mrs. Nair's phone number." Mrs. Nair, our next door neighbor, will be the intermediary for this piece of business. "The boy's grandmother loved Gayu's picture. She thinks she is perfect for her grandson and life in America," she adds, beaming. Over the next couple of days my mother prays often. Finally, on the third day, just as she finishes her morning prayers, the much anticipated call arrives. Ram's mother informs Mrs. Nair that their family priest has found our horoscopes, Ram's and mine, highly compatible, and that she and her family would like to visit us the following Sunday. Ecstatic, my mother plunges herself into sprucing up our house and preparing what amounts to a small feast for our honored guests. "Taste it and tell me if it is good," she pesters my sister and me every few hours, sweating over the stove. Sunday morning, I cover the table with a white lace cloth and set a brass vase filled with colorful croton leaves and calla lilies in the center. Chitra helps me arrange the brand new set of stainless steel tiffin plates and cups, tall steel tumblers for water and little steel tumblers for coffee. I fan the spoons around the plates, and Amma sets out the kesaribhat and uppama along with a thermos filled with piping hot coffee. "How many times have I asked you to grow out your hair, Gayu?" my mother studies me for a moment, one critical eye arched as she slowly waves a wooden spoon at me. My short, bob cut hair, trimmed with my America loving father's blessing, makes me look more striking and contemporary, but is now a deficit to this master plan. Sweeping it into a bun on top of my head, Amma encircles it with a strand of sweet smelling jasmine blooms and secures it with scores of bobby pins. "I hope it will not fall apart before they come," she frets. "My head hurts Amma" I say, "I feel queasy." "Silly girl, you are just nervous. It's perfectly normal. Don't worry. You will be fine," she dismisses as she consults her watch. "I remember when your father and his family came to see me for the first time. I was so shy and scared that I sat with my eyes glued to the ground the entire time. It wasn't until our wedding night that I even got a good glimpse of your father. Imagine that! Just be your normal self. I am sure they will love you," she advises. But, as we all know, there is nothing normal about me. There hasn't been for years now and all this discussion about marriage has managed to completely cloud the real issues this planning and wishful thinking presents. The constant paranoia that I am going mad, the ants burrowing under my skin, my racing thoughts, my pounding heart, the nausea, the vomiting, the endless tears...we are all pretending it never happened, or that it somehow stopped. But we all know better. Am I ready for marriage, I wonder? Worse, there is deception and deceit at work here. The young man and his family have no idea what they may be taking on with me. I think about honesty and fairness and our family's good name, a name that has always stood for decency. And then I think, can Ram's family return me if I turn out to be damaged bride? Excerpted from Shadows in the Sun: Healing from Depression and Finding the Light Within by Gayathri Ramprasad All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.Table of Contents
Acknowledgments | p. xiii |
Prologue | p. xv |
Part 1 Bright Beginnings | |
1 Diwali at Rama Iyengar Road | p. 3 |
2 Mantras and Miniskirts | p. 15 |
Part 2 Veil of Darkness | |
3 Tomb of Terror | p. 31 |
4 American Knight | p. 55 |
5 Passport to Paradise | p. 75 |
Part 3 Shadows in the Sun | |
6 A Welcome Respite | p. 95 |
7 Blessed Motherhood | p. 111 |
8 Postpartum Blues | p. 123 |
Part 4 Descent into Darkness | |
9 Breakdown | p. 139 |
10 Prisoners in Paradise | p. 165 |
Part 5 Awakening | |
11 Finding the Light Within | p. 197 |
12 On the Road to Recovery | p. 221 |
13 From Adversity to Advocacy | p. 237 |
Epilogue | p. 253 |
Glossary of Indian Words | p. 257 |
Resources | p. 263 |
Disorders on the Depression Continuum | p. 265 |
About the Author | p. 269 |