A few days ago I told a roomful of people — both strangers and friends — that I am chronically depressed and…
An essay on suicide prevention popped up on my Facebook feed. The author was spurred to write it due to the loss of her friend. At 19, they shouldn’t have to feel such loss:
“In the last visible post, you wrote that it was “not that (our) love isn’t…
It seems like there is an aversion to growing old. Crossing over to one’s 30s would symbolize the loss of youth or people would quip that they are ‘forever 25’, as though there is something ghastly about being older than 29.
Yesterday I shopped for groceries with my partner, and in the evening we watched “The Danish Girl”. The movie reminded me of how far LGBTQA rights have come. Nobody is threatening to commit me to an asylum or put me through electroconvulsive therapy because of my sexuality. I think about how much I…
For most of us in the first world, we are living in conditions that have made the act of creation so easy — a random…
The past couple of weeks were difficult to endure for some of us. It was very tempting to disengage from reality — all that anger, sadness, pointing-of-fingers, apathy and curl up in my own safe comfortable space, at least for now.
On the surface, this world is practically inhabitable for someone like me. I feel too much, I have no interest in competition or survival. Evolutionary biology should have somewhat cancelled me out somewhere, but it didn’t. I shouldn’t have survived, but I did, repeatedly, despite being chronically…