Esther’s Fig Tree.

I don’t know what it is about lakes and rivers and the sea that makes me so fucking poetic. I guess the continuous flow of the water is a reminder that life goes on. It must go on. Ten years from now if I’m still stuck a million miles away from my ambitions, the only…

Why I write.

I believe that personal stories of how people struggled with mental illness and how they overcame it are more effective than therapy. If you haven’t been there, you just won’t know what it’s like to live with something like this. What can a Psychologist possibly say to me to purify my thoughts after just reading…

Freedom from Freedom.

Fifth month of uni and I’ve already given up. I used to dream about the day I’d actually leave my house and become independent. All I really wanted to do was cook my own meals, decorate my own room, study whenever I wanted to without my parents constantly nagging me- typical teenager shit. Most of…