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28. Making the best of a bad situation, and drawing back the curtain.
These days it seems like trauma is everywhere, writhing between a kind of grief that comes with wishing you worked certain things out sooner, because now you’re left with the invalidating imprint of the past. And it’s invalidating because if left unchecked, you begin to spiral into a state of…
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27. Comparison is not only the thief of joy, but a murderer too.
From the age of 12 to 18, I went to a school where the motto was “nothing but the best is good enough” which is a lie in itself because the majority of the students it churned out were sub-par to say the very least. But I remember looking at…
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26. Trusting in those who deserve it.
People are always on my mind – the people I interact with, the people I’m yet to interact with and those I have already. And when I think about them, I recall just how many of them I actually trusted and confided in during a period of my life where…
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25. The Importance of Resurrecting Pain.
This week, I found myself wholly inspired after reading a quote by Ehime Ora. She speaks of readdressing subdued pain by giving it a place to live – separate from your body. I think I was most moved by Ora’s words as she managed to articulate something I have been…
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24. The romanticisation of suffering.
TW: Self harm. Something that’s been on my mind for a while, is how struggle is poised as romantic. The idea of being troubled is glorified through all kinds of media – music, film, books etc. To impressionable, underdeveloped minds, seeing this is damaging as it forges a distortion of…
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23. Break from what has shaped you, so you can begin shaping yourself.
The single best thing I’ve done for myself was decide I deserve to be of a happy mind. If you want to see something happen for yourself, its no-good hoping if you have no intention of putting things in place to fulfil those hopes. Dealing with it once you get…
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22. The reason I began journaling.
Two and a half years ago, I made the decision to start journaling, but I’d tried the whole “dear diary” thing before and could never commit. Aside from essays, this was the only other form of writing I began to find annoying. It was the act of gathering whatever diary…


