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It Took Years to Get Here Reaching this point has taken years. While I

Reaching this point has taken years. While I always dreamed of it, I never imagined I’d wake up on a Monday and spend my morning answering emails about my stories.

Getting...

A Quiet Day, a Living Book, and One Unexpected Fan Since I’m drawing a

Since I’m drawing a blank on what to write about today, I thought I’d simply speak my mind.

Things are calm on the writing side of life, at least for now — and I suppose that’s a...

The Quiet Art of Not Belonging I have often felt as though I do not belong,

I have often felt as though I do not belong, as if I were shaped slightly differently from the spaces I am meant to occupy.

It is not a fleeting feeling, and I cannot trace it...

Cognitive Overload: The Silent Collapse In the complex landscape of mental

In the complex landscape of mental health, there is a concept that is frequently ignored, rarely discussed, and profoundly underestimated. I am taking a risk by writing about...

Welcome Back to the Machine Dealing with mental health challenges and then

Dealing with mental health challenges and then going back to work after a difficult episode is tough enough. But returning to a workplace where your desk has been relocated,...

People Like That Thrive in This New World A few days ago, I had lunch with

A few days ago, I had lunch with a friend.

It’s an annual tradition to celebrate what we call New Beginnings, and it usually plays out the same way. I use the time to brag about...

A Child’s Heart in an Adult Body Humans are remarkable beings, all of us

Humans are remarkable beings, all of us sharing this same Earth as we navigate our lives. Some of us struggle to survive, while others simply exist. One thing about humans has...

The Weight of Not Knowing Looking back on tough times, I often think, It

Looking back on tough times, I often think, It wasn’t that bad, really. I wonder why I worried so much to begin with.

Going through a breakup, losing a job, or facing financial...

The Quiet Before Monday Waking up on a Saturday, I usually spring out of

Waking up on a Saturday, I usually spring out of bed, ready to go. I stretch, make coffee, grab my vape, and head to the terrace. From there I watch people playing tennis on the...

Three Sides to the Truth Every story has three sides: his, hers, and the

Every story has three sides: his, hers, and the truth.

No more. No less.

I’ll use gender-neutral pronouns here, because this pattern belongs to all of us. Most people have lived...

The Phantom Appetite This has happened to me many times, and I can’t ignore

This has happened to me many times, and I can’t ignore it any longer. I want to name it, if only to see whether others recognise it too. Let’s call it a phantom appetite.

My wife...

The Illusion of Support Mental health has become a prominent issue,

Mental health has become a prominent issue, amplified by the pandemic and its long shadow. Support groups now exist across countless platforms, offering spaces where those...

Love is the sixth sense Lately, something has felt off. I think it’s

Lately, something has felt off. I think it’s because I’ve been taking something for granted — something vital, even though it seemed simple. I treated it as a given, not a...

Look Closely My wife and I occasionally take time off together. We plan it

My wife and I occasionally take time off together. We plan it carefully, trying to overlap our leave while remaining mindful of our colleagues — especially those with children,...

Always Present, Never the Star For as long as he could remember, he

For as long as he could remember, he questioned what was “wrong” with him.

He was the quiet one — content to watch firelight dance while his friends talked, his mind drifting...

The Cost of Listening  On empathy, boundaries, and the slow work of

On empathy, boundaries, and the slow work of survival


You only truly learn when you’re outside your comfort zone, as the saying goes. Some people grasp things easily. Others—...

Simmer, Don’t Boil My Love Affair With My MaladySomeone once told me that

My Love Affair With My Malady

Someone once told me that the ability to laugh at your own mistakes was a sign of maturity. The same person, whom I looked up to back then, also...

The Only Resolution That Matters Hello.And seeing what day it is, I’ll

Hello.

And seeing what day it is, I’ll throw in a Happy New Year.

With the formalities pushed aside, I could dress this up with words like prosperous, dreams, and resolutions. And...

The Slipper We Forget to Notice As the year draws to a close, I find myself

As the year draws to a close, I find myself thinking about all the things that are so often left unsaid.

Usually, when I sit down in front of my typing machine — a weary old...

Late Bloomers Have All the Luck A quiet conversation, a forgotten question,

A quiet conversation, a forgotten question, and the real reason I finally found my voice.


During this time of year, our local pub undergoes a dramatic metamorphosis. One day,...