Tag: self reflection
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The Weight of Grief: Why no one’s pain is smaller or bigger than someone else’s

Back in 2021, I was open about my struggles with mental health. At that time, it felt like everyone around me was turning on me, reminding me that the cause of my grief was childish – that there were people out there who had it way worse. And I agree, there will always be someone…
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My Favourite Drink (Or: Emotional Support in a Cup)

What is your favorite drink? People usually answer this question very confidently. Coffee.Tea.Cold coffee.Matcha.Something expensive that sounds like it requires emotional stability and a frother. I, unfortunately, do not have a favourite drink. I have situational beverages. Because drinks, to me, are less about thirst and more about survival. Morning tea is not a drink.…
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My Favourite Genre of People: The Slightly Unhinged Ones
Who are your favorite people to be around? I have a type. Not romantically. Not aesthetically. Existentially. My favourite genre of people are the ones who are a little — to a lot — mad. Not “needs immediate psychiatric intervention” mad.Not “call the authorities” mad. But the beautifully chaotic, self-aware, slightly unhinged kind. The Ones…
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How to Hit Reset in Life: 10 Simple Ways to Restart When You Feel Stuck
Because sometimes the best way forward is to pause, breathe, and begin again. We all hit those phases where life starts to feel… stale. Like you’re just going through the motions, watching yourself from the outside, feeling stuck in routines that once felt exciting. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything’s gone wrong, but it definitely means…
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Why Discomfort Teaches Us Gratitude (And Why We Only Notice It When Things Go Wrong)
Discomfort Has a Funny Way of Teaching Gratitude Discomfort has a funny way of teaching gratitude. Not gently. Not kindly. It teaches it the way life usually does— by ruining your day just enough to make a point. It doesn’t ask you to be mindful. It forces you to be. The Nose-Blocking Theory of Gratitude…
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On Play, Chaos, and Letting Myself Be
Yes, but not in the way people usually mean it. Playtime, to me, isn’t about games or scheduled fun. It’s the moments where I stop being useful and start being myself. It’s flirting with ideas, overthinking conversations for no reason, turning my life into a narrative, laughing at my own jokes, annoying the people I…


