Thoughts on Mental Health, Travel & of course, Food
My Writings
I wish I had a physical opponent. People could see then I was fighting a war.
Anyone who would hear this would think that I’m mad, well I am. When I was 16, I knew that my world had changed. I did not talk about it with anyone because I thought that no one would believe it. I quietly lived my life begging for a normal day, there was none to come. I told myself that a change might make things better; so, I went to college 2000 km away. This decision did eventually change the game. I was 20 when I finally spoke up and admitted to my family that I needed
My Battle Cry: Part Deux
Glenn Close once said, “It is an odd paradox that a society, which can now speak openly and unabashedly about topics that were once unspeakable, still remains largely silent when it comes to mental illness.” Life hasn’t been gardens and roses all the way, trust me when I say that. Even as I write this, I have a song playing on a loop so that I can concentrate on writing rather than the voices around me (read: in my head). For those who haven’t read my previous battle cry, her
Why Dissent Matters?
What is dissent? According to the Oxford Dictionary, dissent is the fact of having or expressing opinions that are different from those that are officially accepted . The state of our country today, and how a faction of people is accepting what is happening without holding anybody accountable or questioning right from wrong, is what I want to talk about. I recently saw an analysis by Newslaundry, an independent media house that relies on subscribers instead of advertisers, on
To Weight or not to Weight
“The more you are...the less you seem.” I don’t know if it’s a quote that I read somewhere or something that says all that I feel. Over...






