I still hope…
I had this strange daydream that just randomly came to me, without any force or input. It was a daydream of me and my dad, Mizan. In this daydream, we were outside the farm that I live at. We were sitting on a bench with a direct front view of the beautiful hills. It was
Relationship privilege
So I want to coin a new term called Relationship privilege.It’s when you’ve had at least one stable, constant loving relationship. And you might be thinking – wait, how is that a privilege?Isn’t that just… normal? Isn’t that just the status quo. Sadly no. For some people, it’s not. Some of us have never had
Grieving the relationships and life you never had.
You know the word grief.You think of losing someone who was once there, and now they aren’t. But what about grieving someone who was never there to begin with? But instead of someone, it’s everyone. Devil advocates would say, “At least you’ll never know what loss feels like… you’ve never had to lose them in
The mother and daughter
Introduction I thought I’d be fine. I’d gone to another wedding just last month and somehow survived it. But this one – this event, was the one that showed me that I did not matter. The stakes were high. I really didn’t want to be left out, so I ignored the few who told me
Set that kid free
The bravest thing you can do is hold that kid’s hand
and walk them out of the dark.
Set that kid free.
Introduction – Weddings & Empty Field (Part 1)
Hi there!I’ve split this blog post into a series, otherwise it would be way too long to read. The rest will be coming out soon! Don’t forget to subscribe to my newsletter so you don’t miss out. I appreciate you — thank you x– EL Introduction This summer was full-blown wedding season. I had two
Exclusion, rejection and the cherry on top abandonment
It means you don’t matter. That’s what it feels like. I want you to remember a time when you felt like you did not matter. You as a person, you as a soul. Perhaps you get that sinking feeling your stomach – like you’re falling. Now, take those thoughts and feelings and disproportionately multiply that
Jury duty
So I have been selected for jury service. Once upon a time, I was curious and would have loved to be on jury service, but now I was dreading the long waiting times. I was thinking to myself, erghhhh—what, waking up at a time I usually don’t, having to trek fourteen miles one way to
Cooking from Love Vs Cooking from Duty
taste the difference. I really can. This is something I’ve noticed with women, although we’re seeing men slowly becoming more involved in the kitchen. Societally, it’s still not where it needs to be. Making food out of just duty usually involves women being self-sacrificial — and sadly, they often have very little or no help.
Not like old times, eh?
I’m in the living room nervously waiting for a call from a old friend. A catch-up call. We hadn’t spoken in over a year. So we found time in our diaries to talk. This is the kind of friend I’d catch up with once every few years. She’s a good person, recently has become a