When I joined Medium over a year ago I published every alternate day, obsessed over my stats, checked my earnings every day. And I always replied instantly. But as time passed the novelty wore off. Medium became more of a chore than an escape. …
Despite the confrontational title and subtitle, I want to make it clear this is by no means an attack on the reader or a specific group of people. …
I haven’t watched many sitcoms in my long twenty-two year old life. Here are all of them: How I Met Your Mother, Friends, Seinfeld, Two and a Half Men (up till Charlie Sheen left), and The Big Bang Theory. That’s it. I tend to watch dark detective/techno thrillers instead.
That…
Content Warning: This article contains multiple references to suicide and suicidal thoughts. Please read with caution and stop if you find yourself overwhelmed or triggered.
Having lived for over a year without experiencing an episode of depression, I’d gotten used to feeling okay. I’d become accustomed to a certain equilibrium…
Writers write. That’s a simple but dubious statement, because do they always write? Sometimes we pull up the lid of our laptop, open our word editor, our fingers hang poised over the keyboard, and… nothing. Not a word flows from our mind. We sit for hours and hours and have…
I must admit right out the gate that I’m a tad biased toward Dan Brown; The Lost Symbol was the first grown-up novel I read back in 2010, when I was eleven. Since then I’ve hunted down each of his books and read them all. …
I have always been a bit of a loner. Having suffered from social anxiety through my teenage years, I was not exactly a social butterfly. In fact, until I was fifteen or so, I had less than twenty contacts on my phone. That was when I began to open up…
I was interested in Blade Runner for a long time, not least because producer and director Sam Esmail cited it as one of the inspirations behind a favorite television show of mine, Mr Robot. Still, I got around to actually watching it only earlier this year.
And I was blown…
It was my twentieth birthday. I was in another city, visiting my dad. We were in a bookstore, me trying to pick out something to keep my imagination satiated for the coming week. We’d planned lunch with a cousin of mine, and met in the bookstore. They said to choose…
Having been clinically depressed from the age of fourteen, I’ve always had perspective on what to be scared of and what to dismiss. Dressing differently, calling out what I perceive as unfair, exams and grades, doing things my way, none of these faze me. …
