DR.R.V.PATHY AYURVEDA

Adenomyosis is a condition many women suffer silently with, without truly understanding what is happening inside the uterus. Words like bulky uterus, continuous periods, thickened wall, or hormonal imbalance can feel frightening — but once you understand the mechanism, everything becomes clearer. 🔍 1. What Is Adenomyosis? Inside your uterus, there is a soft lining called the endometrium. This lining should stay only on the inner surface of the uterus. But in adenomyosis, 👉 this lining grows inside the muscular wall (myometrium) instead of staying in its place. Because of this abnormal growth: The uterus becomes thick, swollen, and enlarged Periods become heavy and painful Bleeding becomes irregular or continuous The uterus becomes bulky 🔥 2. Why Does Adenomyosis Happens? Although the exact reason is not fully known, the most accepted causes are: ✔ Hormonal imbalance (high estrogen) Makes the lining grow excessively and invade the muscle. ✔ Pregnancy and childbirth Stretch the uterus...

🌼 Introduction After delivery, a woman’s body undergoes one of the most dramatic transformations of her lifetime. The abdomen, which expanded for almost 10 months, suddenly feels loose, heavy, and unsupported. This is where postpartum tummy bandaging — an age-old method practiced across cultures — becomes a powerful healing support. Whether you call it Sutika Bandhana, Belly Binding, Udara-Kati Suthattam, Sarashi, Bengkung, or simply a “postpartum belt,” the purpose remains the same: 👉 To help the mother feel supported, stable, confident, and comfortable during recovery. This blog brings together scientific wisdom, Ayurvedic principles, traditional Tamil practices, modern lifestyle adaptations, psychological benefits, slimming facts, safety tips, and clinic protocols — all in one. 🌸 1. The Postpartum Body: Why Support is Needed During pregnancy: Abdominal muscles stretch up to 50% Pelvic ligaments soften due to Relaxin hormone Uterus grows up to 500 times its normal size Other organ...

The Modern Relationship Storm No One Talks About INTRODUCTION: The Silent Wounds of Modern Love In today’s world, love begins with a notification sound. A text, a meme, a late-night reel — everything feels like destiny packaged inside a rectangular screen. Teenagers and young adults fall in love faster than ever, because emotions flow unfiltered, unedited, unmasked. The heart wants what it wants… and sometimes, it wants something that will eventually break it. This blog is for every person who has trusted too quickly, loved too deeply, lost themselves in someone, and then found themselves fighting a battle they never asked for. This is a story of love, betrayal, harassment, fake accounts, guilt games, online toxicity, emotional healing, psychological recovery, and legal empowerment — all wrapped into one. Because the truth is simple: Love is not the problem. The people who misuse it are. CHAPTER 1: WHEN LOVE FEELS LIKE A PROMISE Love begins beautifully — a slow sunrise warming your col...

🌐 Fake Instagram Accounts: A Complete Guide to Understanding, Tackling, and Healing from Digital Impersonation The rise of fake Instagram accounts has created a silent but serious digital threat. At first, it may appear like a small online disturbance — but for the victim, it can be emotionally draining, mentally disturbing, and legally risky. Whether it is stalking, impersonation, or repeated unwanted interaction, the harm caused is real. This blog gives a complete, in-depth understanding of the issue: Why it happens, how it affects the victim, how to tackle it legally, and how to protect your mental health during the process. 🔍 1. What Are Fake Instagram Accounts? A fake account may be created for many reasons: Types of Fake Accounts 1. Impersonation Accounts – someone uses your name, photo, bio, or personal details to pretend to be you. 2. Stalking Accounts – created secretly to watch your stories, follow your activity, or monitor your interactions. 3. Harassment Accounts – repeat...

There was a friend — Jaanu. To Janani, she was more than a classmate. She was someone worth breaking rules for, someone worth standing up to her parents for. When Jaanu needed help — during exams, during illness — Janani was always there. She cared, she showed up, she made time. But when Janani needed a friend, silence answered her. The same Jaanu who once promised to be together through thick and thin slowly stepped back, quietly, without explanation. Even when Janani’s parents said a big no to her outing, it turned into a yes because Jaanu was coming. That’s how much trust Janani had. Yet, when it came time to shift, Jaanu moved away — not just from the place, but from the friendship too. No words, no closure. Just distance. 💭 Psychological Reflection: Janani’s experience mirrors what many people go through — friendships that are conditional. When emotional labor flows only one way, it leads to attachment fatigue and self-blame. Such bonds teach people like Janani to suppress needs,...

🌑  After everything that happened with Ram, Leela, and Rishi — the blackmail, the threats, the pictures, the shame — everyone might wonder, “Why didn’t Janani just tell her parents?” But they didn’t know her story from the beginning. They didn’t know about 2017, when her phone was stolen, and she was accused of being a liar, a girl with “bad intentions.” They didn’t know how that moment scarred her trust forever. They didn’t see her father struggling with pain every night, and Janani silently massaging his legs, thinking, “I must not add more pain to this house.” They didn’t hear her mother’s sighs of worry, or her words that cut unknowingly deep — “Girls should be careful. People talk.” So when life threw her into darkness again — when Ram and Leela humiliated her, when Rishi turned away, when her name was dragged through lies — she swallowed it all. Not because she didn’t want help, but because she feared that help would come as blame. She thought, “If I tell them, they’ll stop ...

It was the year Janani’s voice began to fade. Her phone was stolen — a simple incident that could happen to anyone — but instead of concern, she was met with accusations. Her parents thought she had given it to a “boyfriend.” The phone wasn’t even hers — it was her sister’s. But that didn’t matter. That day, the focus wasn’t on her fear, but on her blame. They shouted. They slapped. And somewhere in that noise, a part of Janani’s spirit broke quietly. She thought, > “If they don’t believe me for this, how will they ever believe me for something bigger?” That question buried itself deep in her heart — and from then, Janani started carrying every pain alone. 🌫️ Her Father’s Illness – The Guilt That Silenced Her Since her 12th grade, Janani watched her father suffer from a chronic bone disease. She took care of him, supported her mother, and tried to stay strong — but that very responsibility became her emotional cage. She thought: > “I can’t make them worry more.” “If I tell them ...

🌙 Why Janani Didn’t Tell Her Parents Janani wasn’t silent because she was wrong — she was silent because she was scared that even those who loved her most would not understand her pain. Inside her mind were thoughts like: > “If they know, they’ll stop me from using my phone.” “They’ll say it’s my fault for talking to him.” “They’ll never let me study outside or travel alone again.” That fear of losing freedom and being judged instead of understood became heavier than the pain of being hurt online. So she chose silence — not out of guilt, but out of fear of misunderstanding. And this silence slowly started to eat her confidence. 🌼 What Parents Should Do (According to Psychology & Ayurveda Principles) 🫶 1. Listen First — Without Interruption or Blame When a child confides something painful, parents must listen like healers, not judges. Even if the mistake seems big, the moment is not for correction — it’s for connection. > In Ayurveda, a Vaidya first listens to the patient’s...

🛡️ 1. Stay Calm — Don’t Engage The first step is not to reply or react emotionally. Harassers want a reaction — anger, fear, or anxiety — because it gives them control. Silence and evidence are her real weapons. > “Don’t feed the fire; record where it burns.” 📸 2. Collect Evidence Take screenshots of every message, profile, and post. Save the username, date, and time clearly. If they change profile names, keep track of both old and new handles. These become powerful proof if she needs to file a legal or cyber complaint. ⚙️ 3. Report and Block Use Instagram’s “Report → Harassment or Bullying” feature. After reporting, block the profile immediately. Avoid checking back often — obsessive checking increases anxiety. (Janani can also adjust privacy settings to allow messages only from known people and limit story visibility.) ⚖️ 4. File a Cybercrime Report (Very Important) Visit the National Cyber Crime Reporting Portal: https://cybercrime.gov.in Or call the helpline number 1930 (India...

Janani sat by her window that night, her phone screen glowing in the dark. Another fake account. Another notification. Another reminder that her past refused to rest. She whispered to herself, > “Why are they still doing this? What do they even get out of this pain?” Her mind raced — were Ram and Leela trying to break her again? Were they afraid to see her happy, to see her moving on, to see her marriage talks going well? Was this their way of collapsing her peace — of proving that she could never escape them? Each fake message felt like a knife dipped in old memories. It wasn’t just harassment; it was manipulation — an attempt to pull her back into the same chaos she had once escaped. But Janani wasn’t that fragile girl anymore. She had learned to read human behavior like pages of a psychology book. Psychologically, people like Ram and Leela often do this for three reasons: 1. Control: They can’t stand seeing someone they once hurt finding peace. 2. Guilt displacement: Instead of a...

The ghosts of 2022 had long been buried — or so Janani thought. But some wounds don’t heal. They wait, in silence, for the right time to reopen Anonymous Instagram accounts started appearing — posting indirect captions, resharing old photos, whispering old rumours in new words. Janani froze the first time she saw one. That tone… that language… she knew. > “It’s them,” she whispered. “Ram and Leela.” Even after three years, they still hadn’t let her go. This time, they didn’t just want to hurt her — they wanted to isolate her. Slowly, stories spread across campus. Subtle accusations. Half-truths. People who once stood beside her — her friends — began to change sides. Rishi never came. He didn’t even ask what happened back then. He watched from a distance, maybe with guilt, maybe with relief — but never with courage. When she needed him the most, he chose silence. But Janani wasn’t alone this time — at least, not at first. Her close friend Kayal, and her brother-figure Nainar, stood w...

When silence was mistaken for guilt… The unupdated case issue, which began as a small departmental mistake, suddenly turned into chaos. What started as a few missing records became a storm that none of them saw coming. That evening, the professors and interns all sat together, trying to complete the pending files. It was late — exhaustion, tension, and guilt hung in the air. Even though everyone took responsibility and stayed back to finish the work, the damage was already done. The next day, when Janani took a rare leave to visit home, something unexpected happened. Someone had reported the incident of arguments and alleged harassment that occurred in the department to the university head. The mail went anonymously — but soon, rumors started to spread. By evening, Janani received a call from one of her relatives, who also happened to be a professor at the same institution. His voice was heavy with concern. > “Janani… why did you send that email? The Head of the College is saying it...

March 9–10, 2023 Janani sat on the hostel bed that evening, staring at the half-empty canteen plate. She remembered how Anjana had walked past her earlier without even saying a word. > “When she goes out, she never even tells me anymore. I used to think if I went out somewhere, I should at least tell her… but she doesn’t even bother now.” That day at the canteen, Janani waited, thinking Anjana would ask her to come along. She didn’t. She sat there alone, watching her friend laugh with others. Even when she had to buy medicine from PG, Anjana didn’t ask her to join. > “I was right there… but she didn’t call me. I sat alone — she didn’t even talk once. She sat with Sanghu and talked so freely. I don’t know why, but it really hurt. Still, she never realizes she’s hurting me.” Later during the KC period, when Janani tried to say something, Anjana ignored her again. She didn’t even look up when Janani asked a question. Her expression felt cold — distant. > “I don’t even know what s...

Not every distance begins with anger; some begin with quiet neglect.  Kayal, her best friend. They had shared laughter, food, late-night talks, and the comfort of knowing someone always had your back. But lately, that bond had started to fade without explanation. It began with small things — Kayal went out to buy scrubs and didn’t tell her. Then came the birthday celebration, a few group outings — all without Janani. She noticed it, but stayed quiet at first, hoping it was unintentional. But silence has a way of growing heavier. One day, when another misunderstanding broke out during their internship, Kayal chose to support someone else — not Janani. That moment hurt more than she could admit. She smiled on the outside, but her heart whispered, “Why didn’t she stand by me this time?” That night, Janani couldn’t hold it in any longer. She wrote to Kayal — not with anger, but with honesty. > “I wanted to talk to you about something that’s been on my mind. I’ve noticed some changes...

When everything ends, strength begins. Days passed. The tension slowly settled as the issue faded from whispers. The department changed — people moved, work shifted, and the same corridors that once echoed with pressure now felt strangely quiet. Janani too was moved to another department. It felt like starting all over again — new faces, new responsibilities, and a heart still healing from unseen wounds. But this time, something inside her had changed. She wasn’t the same girl who once broke down under blame. She had faced doubt, injustice, and isolation — and still chosen truth. That pain had taught her the difference between weakness and compassion. She began focusing on her duties again, this time with more clarity and boundaries. She didn’t explain herself to everyone anymore; she saved her words for those who truly listened. Her fiancé, Ajith, stood beside her quietly — reminding her that storms don’t destroy strong hearts; they refine them. There were still moments of sadness — t...

When she chose action over accusation. Janani went to the Head’s office with calm steps but a storm in her chest. She looked him in the eye and said plainly, > “Sir, I did not send any email. I was on leave that day. I want this investigated properly.” She didn’t beg. She didn’t plead. She offered facts — her leave records, her messages, names of those present that evening — and then she added, firmly, > “If needed, I am ready to file a complaint with cyber crime. Let them trace the sender. I want the truth to come out.” The room filled with a tense quiet. Some faces shifted; others were still. Janani spoke again, voice steady now from the strain of holding herself together for so long, > “What hurts most is not the blame — it’s that people hide behind masks. They create messes and leave others to suffer. If you meant well, show your face. If you did wrong, own it. But don’t make someone who wasn’t there pay the price.” Her words were simple but cutting. She named the injustic...

  When assumptions spoke louder than truth… The next morning, Janani gathered all her courage and went to the institute. Her heart was pounding, but her voice stayed steady. > “Sir… I didn’t send any email. I don’t even know what happened.” For a moment, there was silence in the room. Then, one of the faculty members looked up and said, > “Janani, you were also part of that department. And the email location — both the first and second — came from the same area. So, we thought it was you.” Those words hit harder than any accusation. She stood there frozen, trying to process how easily her name had become a suspect — not because of proof, but because of proximity. > “You thought it was me…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Because I was there?” No one answered. Some looked away; others stayed silent. Inside, Janani felt a deep ache — the kind that comes when your honesty is questioned, not because you failed, but because you were convenient to blame. She walked out of th...

When duty becomes heavier than learning... After her breakup and months of quiet recovery, Janani believed she had finally found her balance again during her internship in 2024. The hospital corridors felt alive with purpose, and she tried to blend her learning with sincerity. In the new department, things started normally — teamwork, laughter, shared duties, and the sense of belonging she had missed for so long. She and her co-intern reetha worked together, diligently updating OP cases and IP records. Everything seemed manageable until small shifts began to happen — one intern got transferred, another withdrew slowly, and responsibility started piling on silently. When Reetha was moved to the IP side, Janani suddenly found herself standing alone on the OP front — juggling registers, patient cards, and updates that used to be shared among five people. She tried to hold it together, fearing judgment and wanting to prove herself capable. But the imbalance soon took its toll. Some records...

When life tests quietly — not with chaos, but with loneliness After her breakup with Rishi in October 2022, Janani’s world changed quietly. There were no loud fights or bitter words — just a slow fading of warmth. She had loved deeply, but when that love broke, a part of her lost its strength too. The months that followed were heavy. She smiled outside, but inside, she was breaking a little every day. It was not just heartbreak — it was the feeling of being unseen, unheard, and unimportant. By 2023, she entered her internship year — a phase where she hoped work would heal her. And for a while, it did. She kept herself busy, learning, treating  and believing she was moving on. But when nights turned quiet, loneliness returned. She began developing a small pattern — trying to organize everything, taking up responsibilities for her entire class. She wanted things to be perfect, wanted everyone to feel connected. Maybe she thought that if everything around her stayed together, her hear...

When the past returns, not for love — but for validation. Everything around Janani’s marriage was peaceful. The home was filled with laughter, wedding plans, and endless blessings. But one evening changed everything. Out of nowhere, Rishi appeared. Janani stood frozen for a moment — her mind went blank. Why is he here? she wondered silently. She didn’t speak right away, but later that night, she called him. When she asked why he had come, his reply was simple — > “I just came to see you.” That one line stirred a thousand emotions inside her. See me? After all this time? Gathering her strength, Janani finally said, > “Rishi, you were the one who rejected me and hurt me first. There’s no reason for you to see me now. I’m engaged to Ajith. Please don’t contact me again.” Rishi quietly agreed. He said he would continue his life, and she should continue hers. The chapter closed — or so she thought. That night, Janani told everything to Ajith. Her voice shook, her heart heavy with conf...