I don’t think I have ever felt better. Better, not because of any sense of exhilaration or progress, but better in terms of how I feel and where I am.
It has been a year since I started to experiment with my life. There were too many significant lessons in the past year to fit into a single post so I will do a series instead. In this post I share my biggest…
The past year I had experienced a lot of anxiety, fear, shame and guilt while experimenting with my life…
When I imagined unadulterated time to work on my own ideas, I imagined myself to be bursting with creative…
I am extremely insecure, chronically depressed and anxious, in a perpetual existential crisis — hence it is a daily miracle that I am not convulsing in panic most of the time…
When I started having chronic dry eyes, I realised everything I loved to do was either cerebral or it involved intense screen time — reading, writing, watching tv, making digital things, hanging out online. I wanted to do something that would allow more unconscious expression.