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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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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,...

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...

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—...

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...

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...

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...

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,...

For most of my life, I did not live — I existed.
I survived.

The tides were always against me. If life were a card game, I was dealt a two of spades at birth and told to play...

It has been just over two months since I was discharged from a mental health clinic. For weeks, I waited for a question I assumed would come. I expected it, quietly and...

A heavy, suffocating guilt weighed on me for days. I had done something I had never done before, and the shame sat like a stone in my chest. It wasn’t like me. I didn’t...

Something struck me as odd during the Christmas break — or the festive season, as others call it.

Being a writer, I worked through it. Don’t feel sorry for me; I enjoyed it...

On fathers, ghosts, forgiveness, and finally letting go.

Every single year, around the same time, I would take a pen and paper and write a letter to Santa.

It always said the same...

During this time of year — around Christmas — something in people changes.

Maybe it’s the long-awaited break. The moment when we finally turn computers off, stop the machinery,...

Many years ago, I gave up religion entirely.
Faith, however, is another matter.

There is, in my mind, a fundamental difference between the two. Religion is collective — a flock,...