The Universe doesn’t let up on its idea of a bad joke, and this time, it has come for the geriatrics
What started off as a cosmic joke soon turned out to be a reintroduction of me to myself.
I let my anxiety wash over me as I try to get to the heart of my emotional disturbance
To live, is to regret. To not live, is to regret. But, what would you regret more?
In trying to relieve pain, I come face to face with a painful memory I realised I had never addressed.
Sitting by the ashes of my trust, waiting on a phoenix to rise, or a strong wind to blow it away
To, my Superwoman’s Superwoman. Thank you for making me better than I could have ever been.
How my feelings on sharing my personal space mirror my thoughts on opening up my heart
How life being divided on the basis of genitals makes no sense
A letter about what I learnt over 7 years of mistakes and successes in relationships, for a person I may never send it to.