when the world hurts
I was in Paris just this summer, a city I deliberately chose for my first step into Europe. I met people who live in Paris, and they have now lost people in…
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the cruel aftermath
the aftermath of a prolonged tender moment lingers cruelly
great to be back
It is that time of the week again. I have faithfully kept to writing at least one post a week for almost two years now and it has been one of the…
growing roots
I had always been trying to run away from my country. I had found it limiting and suffocating. I thought that if I ever had the chance, I would plant my roots…
keep on being
I got encouraged by my discovery that Charles Darwin had severe anxiety, had to lie in bed almost every day for hours, and yet he still made a huge contribution to the…
old book
I tried to pretend you were an old book I read shelved in a corner
the slow descent
When I first arrived in Bali I could only describe myself as high-strung. I was constantly in state of anxiety, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. The past few…
out of sync
we are two dancers out of sync without a catch when one is falling
unchained moment
we can love something just for a unchained moment it takes to exist
writing honestly about pain
I came across this post, titled “Depressiongrams” and there was an observation: There is plenty of space in the cultural conversation for stories about what it was like to have been depressed,…