Imagine pressing down on a slice of white bread. At first, it flattens completely under the weight of your hand, all the air gone, but if you stop pressing, slowly, little by little, it starts…
Category: Personal stories
Sirens’ coping mechanism
Okay, I’ll let you in on a little secret: whenever a big deadline is approaching, I have this habit of binge-watching Netflix. Classic procrastination, right? Sure, but for me, it’s more like…
When it hits home: A call for action
I’ll have to admit it I was more than pleasantly surprised last week when so many of you reached out about my post, The Anatomy of Triggers: Wounds Unhealed. Honestly, I didn’t think…
The anatomy of triggers: Wounds unhealed
Triggers are often framed as personal sensitivities, something we alone need to manage. And while self-awareness is key, it’s also true that triggers are rarely random. They often stem from…
It’s cool to lose your cool: When expectations let you down
My summer is unusually busy this year—and not in the fun, “beach and road trips” kind of way. No, I’ve been stuck in a chair for hours on end, every single day. If I learned anything…
Defying stereotypes of ageism
As time passes, day after day, society begins labeling us—shifting us from one category to the next. Then one day we may find ourselves in our mid-60s, with words like “old” and…
The roadblocks to new opportunities
Lately, I’ve been moving through a stretch that’s been full of roadblocks. It showed up at work through a project but honestly, the project is just a mirror. What I really noticed was…
It’s not that important… yet
I wasn’t going to write about this. I really wasn’t. Because… well, after all, it’s not that important. Not important like world peace or life-altering decisions. Not even important like finishing that…
From then to now: The neurodivergent way of being
I remember when I was a child, my father often told me that I was a Type A personality. I was active, curious, talkative, intense. That’s just how I was and no one tried to “fix” me…
When did my lilac come and go?
You won’t have to ask me what my favorite flower is — you could guess by the lilacs I’ve planted on both main sides of my house. All different kinds, blooming at different times…