Exactly a year ago, Prosenjit walked into Rupayan. He didn’t come with grand plans—he just wanted to survive. He wanted peace. A friend had brought him there, someone who had once been in the same place and said, “I made it through. You can too.” That friend, too, had found healing through Rupayan’s Community Therapy.

The first time we saw Prosenjit, it was heartbreaking. His arms had begun to rot from repeated injections. He had once worked for the PWD department, but addiction had robbed him of his ability to function. He lived in a rented room with his widowed mother after losing his own home.
And for the first time at Rupayan, he realised—it wasn’t just his body that was broken. Addiction had eaten away at his mind, his dreams, his dignity, and his very will to live.

But Prosenjit didn’t give up.

He made a promise to himself—he would return to his job, no matter what.
And he did. Within three months, he rejoined work. And for the next eight months, he continued to stay at Rupayan, rebuilding his life slowly—balancing work, family, and his mental strength.