On finding home

I sit down at the dinner table. It is six pm, the designated dinner time for the family ever since I can remember. By six, my father would be home from work and he loves having a routine. I look into the faces of my brother and sister across the table, picking at their...

I am alive

For the majority of last year, I did not live – I only survived. My body was in panic mode for 299 days. I counted the hours of every day waiting for it to be over. I did not want it to end entirely, but I also did not particularly want to be. I...

The Art of Loving

“The affirmation of one’s own life, happiness, growth and freedom is rooted in one’s capacity to love” The Art of Loving by Erich Fromm has been lying on my bedside table for about a year before I recently picked it up. My roommate gave it to me after we moved out, saying I needed...