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About Us

Because you should know where it all began.

What Can You Do Here?

Here, you can share your stories, experiences, feelings, grief, happiness and find someone who’ll listen without any inhibitions.

You can talk to other human beings who’ll be your friend.

I’ve been to 8 mental health experts myself and I know all I’ve ever needed was a friend.

And if you do too you’re at the right place.

You can -

1) You can talk to a listener (not a therapist) who'll listen to you without any inhibition or judgment in real time.

Just click on the chat button at the bottom of your screen and say hey.

2) Share your story anonymously (using an avatar) and help us reach someone out there who has gone through the same or is going through the same.

Just click on "Share Your Story" to add your piece.

3) You can start a thread anonymously in The Safe Haven if something is going through your head right now and we will ask the community to reach out and offer you insight and advice.

The Beginning

“Maa, I don’t want to live anymore. I can’t do this.”

My mother wraps me in her arms, struggling to help her only son.

Get through to him somehow.

Do something – anything.

This was uttered three weeks after my suicide attempt.

Struggling to get sober, to get better, to find the strength and conviction to choose to live and go on.

I was a diagnosed alcoholic, suicidal, with chronic anxiety, clinical depression, insomnia, panic-induced night terrors, and visual and auditory hallucinations.

Put on meds, I began to abuse them and increased their intake by combining them with alcohol.

Barely any food went in. Or any sleep. Or any rest.

Imagining my death, ideating my suicide, and the events that would follow – were sometimes the only thing that kept me going.

“Maa, I don’t want to live anymore. I can’t do this.”

That night, that moment,  was the last time I drank in those six months.

From the deepest depths of desperation, I started The Wall and Us.

It became my only shred of hope that kept me going on the days I struggled to find any.

Today, almost three years later, I’m glad I kept going.

Today, almost three years later, I’m glad I kept fighting.

Today, almost three years later, The Wall and Us has been featured in a host of dailies around India.

Our volunteers spend every waking day and night working to hear those out who have no one else to speak to, share what they’re going through, and those who’re hurting and have no one.

We have heard stories about rape, abuse, trauma, sexual identity, cross-dressing, abusive relationships, and many many more.

The site was imagined to be free – the listeners aren’t therapists, or professionals, they are volunteers who stand behind one truth that I’ve come to accept wholeheartedly – only the broken can heal.

The site is still free – and moving forward my commitment to this promise stands strong.

No one should have to pay to speak to a friend.

The Wall and Us was started with one simple goal – no one should have to go through what I went through.

No one should have to suffer, alone.

This is my – our – answer to an alternative to therapy.

Having someone to talk to who’ll listen to you without any judgment or inhibitions.

The Idea 

The idea is to give you a tiny corner on the internet where you can be yourself and be appreciated for it.

The idea is to give you a friend when you don't have any real ones around you.

The idea is to let you know that you're not alone.

You're never alone.

Not when you're here, with us.

Stay strong, friend.

We're with you.

Always.

Love, 

Aitijya Sarkar

Founder | The Wall and Us

PS - Recruitment for the month of November, 2018 is now closed. Try again next month.

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