There comes a moment in life when the masks we’ve worn for years begin to crack, when being the good son, the steady partner, the responsible professional no longer protects us, but imprisons us. This book begins in that moment. In the quiet collapse behind the performance. In the place where a man realises he has spent a lifetime abandoning himself in order to belong.
Through raw, unfiltered reflections, Gautam Nabar invites us into his inner world, a landscape shaped by anger unexpressed, tenderness withheld, shame carried in silence, and a longing that refuses to stay buried.
He writes not as an expert, but as a fellow traveller learning to sit with the child within, the wounds he once avoided, and the emotions he was taught to suppress.
Returning to Myself emerges, not as a destination, but as a slow, fragile homecoming. A reclaiming of the parts we exiled when we learned to survive.
This is not a book of solutions. It is a companion for anyone standing at the edge of their own truth, unsure but willing.
A reminder that healing begins the moment we stop running from ourselves.