Playing Chess Till Depression Checkmate – Kashmir Reader
I was a depressed guy. Depression would creep through my veins like water fills a hole. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to get out of it. It was my psyche that had been weakened by the world of whys and whys; this-should-be-done and this-should-not-be-done; still swirling around in my mind.
I had intense brain fog. Frustration. Sorta blackouts. Burnouts from having to obsess over the causes and consequences of blackouts and frustrations. And so on. A completely unpleasant viscous circle in which I was caught.
So? Chess came with a helping hand. I entered his world of logic and reasoning. Over time, it lessened my depression and all the mind-numbing causes I was suffering from. I will try to explain.
Playing chess made me realize how well my brain works. Moving a pawn would give me goosebumps at the thought of it being assassinated by the opponent’s pawn. Each time I moved a bishop, and in a fraction of a second when I suffered the loss, it discouraged and encouraged me at the same time. Encouraging me to want to avenge my loss. Results? Depression in the trash for now!
Second step :
Moving my pawn how, when, and where I wanted didn’t seem like a big deal. I could easily assassinate my opponent’s pawn. My thoughts were pretty clear. My mind was working. I would trick the opponent’s bishop into giving in and leaving the game. Results? Give me a sense of worth. gnawing at my depression.
Giving my opponent checkmate in no more than ten steps became easy for me. I moved my fingers here and there quickly. My opponent would take it as a challenge whenever his king (or rook) was about to give way. Results ? It makes me feel like a defiant person who isn’t clumsy or weak. And who is now celebrating the funeral of all the remnants of depression that still inhabited it.
From making my mind as sharp as a razor blade to ending this beast called depression, chess managed to do it all.
To try ?
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