My skin is white. My ethnicity is mixed. I “pass.” I benefit from white privilege. I am an ally. But don’t call me white. Because I’m not. Not really.
It’s something I’ve dealt with all my life: people assuming, quite understandably, given my appearance and that I grew up in a white-dominated society, that I’m as white as the majority. Even though half of my family is brown.
I don’t blame people for looking at me and making assumptions — we all do it — and how is anyone to know my specific heritage unless I tell them?
Trigger warning: depression & suicidal thoughts
It might be a perfectly adequate day. Filled with tasks and to-dos and trivialities. You’re a functioning human being with routines and responsibilities; hopes and aspirations.
But then, something stirs deep within you at sundown.
It may not happen immediately, but with the darkness, gradually materializes an overwhelming sense of
Your bedroom becomes your prison cell. The quiet solitude is suffocating. All the little things that brought you joy during the daylight hours seem cynically laughable now as you lie in the dark.
Why did you even care? Why do you…
An intense pang of yearning homesickness for a time or a place you don't even know.
The faintly buzzing static sensation of a bone-dry atmosphere, deep inside your skull.
Like two polarized magnets inside your head— North and South. You try to push them together. Really put your mind to it until you wince.
You feel the need for something to click back into place. But the North and South continue to repel each other despite your best efforts.
You squirm with frustration — how can you put the pieces back together?
And you feel your mind gently break away…
For as long as I can remember, the most “triggering” sight for me is seeing a grown man cry. For someone who prides themselves on rejecting gender stereotypes and indeed feels sadness whenever I see any fellow human breaking down, there is just something about the sight of a man’s tears that shakes me to my core. And I’m now pretty sure I know why that is.
Growing up, my family’s every move has revolved around not upsetting my father. He was a loving person, though. If anything, he loved my siblings, my mother and I so deeply, that it…
Feeling fragile? Crippling social anxiety, off your food and struggling to get out of bed each day?
Maybe you feel an overwhelming sense of exhaustion, apathy, and impending doom?
Don’t worry — you’re probably on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
I mean no sarcasm or distasteful dismissal by this. If you’re really in the throes of a nervous breakdown, it is most likely exactly what you need.
Let me explain.
Perseverance is both humanity’s greatest strength and its downfall. We buckle down and push forward no matter the impact on our emotional and physical wellbeing. Sure — this is…
Have you ever had that freaky feeling that you’re in a dream — but you’re actually awake?
Nothing particularly strange may be happening but something about the world around you seems less… real?
Or maybe it’s more of an inward disconnection. You may wake up one morning and it feels as though something within you has shifted. Although your memory is intact, you don’t feel like the same person you were yesterday. Everything in your life seems strangely distant.
During these episodes, you may be well aware that your sense of detachment is only a feeling and not reality —…
This month, we reach our 5-year anniversary. I never thought we would make it this far. Not only because this was my first serious relationship. Not only because we come from different countries and the obstacles that can propose. But mainly — because our perspectives of life, death, the universe, and everything — are fundamentally different.
This isn’t your regular case of he’s kinda religious, she kinda isn’t.
This isn’t your regular case of he’s kinda religious, she kinda isn’t. He is from an evangelical family, who attend church every week, pray before every meal, and studied the Bible every…
We hear a lot about burnout these days — everyone knows at least one person who had to take long-term leave or quit their job because of it.
I was one of those people who thought:
“Sure — we all feel stressed sometimes — but work is just work, and we just need to rise above it and we’ll be fine.”
But a few months ago, after centering my life and self-worth around my career for too long, my body and mind finally paid the price.
Several neurologist consultations and brain scans later, I am sharing my cautionary tale.
I was 18. He was 13. Yes, you read that right.
I never told anyone through fear that I wouldn’t be believed, and that it would make me look like the abuser. But several years have passed and I still can’t shake it off.
I need to tell someone — but it still gives me chills to think about.
Thankfully, sexual assault is finally becoming something that survivors feel empowered to open up about. …
I have a few dark stories to share.