Before we begin: this is not an attempt to provide answers for all forms of depression. I can only speak for myself.
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.
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…
I am that person capable of tears when I see two stray dogs running in tandem on a street side by side, when my friends exchange marriage vows, when strangers smile at each other on a busy street, when a street…
In roughly two days I’ll leave the United States and will probably be unable to return again.
This has been a sharp about-turn for me, even for myself. I remember setting foot in San…
Someone once told me that we have to dress for the job we want to have. I thought: if how I dress is the way you perceive how serious I am about my work, we have a much…
On living the way I want to
the implicit consequence of having a finite life