When I was younger, I was told that all I had to do was my best; that if I poured out my all, then things would be mine. That if I worked hard, and kept my head low, and made the right calls, then the right choices would find their way to me. Life, I've… Continue reading The burden of choice
Tag: mental health
Tentative Truths
There is a sense of horror that comes only with uncertainty: is this genuinely what I feel and know? Is this what I desire? Am I feeling truthfully? Ever since I first grappled with my mania and my depression and my anxiety I have always wondered if what I felt were real, or… Continue reading Tentative Truths
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The mind, he said, the tip of his pen drumming against his temple, likes to be in control. Whenever it can't control external things, this time he places his pen down and gestures with a wave of his right hand, it tries to control from the inside. I was 19 in a counselor's office, and for the… Continue reading [Untitled]
How are yous and I am fines
I haven't written in forever. I mean, of course I have. Of course I've lifted a pen and doodled mindlessly, of course I've opened my laptop and written more deliberately -- articles of the academic kind, op-eds and such, of course I've been on Twitter and have let loose strings of thought that I… Continue reading How are yous and I am fines
The year that was
Oftentimes when I reflect on the past year, I allow in my arsenal two things: a mind map, and an optimism to search for bright spots. For last 2018, both were unnecessary, because as it turns out, some years are just worse off than others. Rudimentarily, there were good times: falling in love and graduating… Continue reading The year that was
Of perpetual finds 