Notes on Adulthood

Adulthood has been a strange journey to embark on. I had thought that the age of enlightenment was eighteen. I thought that once I turned that age, I would finally feel secure in myself and have my life figured out. But eighteen came and went in a rather insignificant fashion. Then nineteen and twenty arrived …

My Writing Journals

These books have been with me since I started writing in 2011. Some I am unable to look through - they hold words I can't bring myself to read out of the fear of slipping back into the person I once was. Those words of suffering when my mind was at war with itself. The …

Something With Meaning

I have heard people say that the essence of our lives is to be remembered. That in our conversations, our periods of brief contact with others; we should make an impact. But does it even count if after a hundred years no one remembers you? I do hope someone remembers me after a hundred years. …

My Writing Journey

   I started writing at 11 years old. I needed to use something to release all the emotions I was dealing with- growing up, moving to a new school and my sister moving to boarding school. It was a rough period in my life, and I remember writing this short poem called, Sleep. I found …

Reflecting On Time Wasted

Sometimes, I get overwhelmed with the weight of myself. It is difficult to live it one day at a time.  I am mourning those seconds I wasted. The ones I did not think of as they flitted by. I am still mourning the other versions of myself that I will not become because I say …