Quite an enormous proportion of the human race has convinced itself that our phones, specifically social media, are absolutely imperative for our survival in this modern, tech-driven world. To be honest, I was one of these people, maybe I still am, but there's a seed of doubt in my mind now. I'm a college student.… Continue reading Social Media Detox
Category: Reflections
A bottle of honey
A bottle of honey On the 25th of April, I wrote these three small chits and stowed them away into a bottle of honey. I'd done it as a part of a workshop, we were meant to write down things that we wanted to personify, or qualities we wanted to foster within ourselves and open… Continue reading A bottle of honey
Train
I'm afraid of not being good at things. If you've read some of my previous posts or know me personally, you've probably picked up on this. I am terrified of being average. So terrified, in fact, that being bad at something is simply not an option. Just the thought of being bad at something, anything,… Continue reading Train
Boundaries
Lately, the topic of boundaries has become quite an important matter of reflection in my life. It started off with wondering about the boundaries I'm setting with other people, which one's I've crossed in the past and have paid heavily for; but also the ones that I have understood completely and respected. Before, the way… Continue reading Boundaries
Studying vs. Learning
I have an exam tomorrow. Cognitive Psychology. It's a lot to study in a relatively short time, especially considering I attended classes for this subject over four months ago - before the pandemic. I don't remember anything - and that's an understatement. Nevertheless, I'm trying to stuff my brain with the course plan as much… Continue reading Studying vs. Learning
Suicide
Suicide has always been a strange topic for me, having self-harmed in the past and having known how even unintentional actions can cause an accidental death. It's always scared me, as I think it scares everyone else. But today, when my mum told me that someone had committed suicide, I was stilled. Albeit this person… Continue reading Suicide
Where do I belong?
I've just been thinking. There is no space in which I truly feel like I fit in a 100%. I'm a part of a few clubs, a few communities and I've been interacting with a lot more people than before. I've grown an enormous amount. Yet, I just feel stuck inside a box every time… Continue reading Where do I belong?
I miss someone
I miss someone. But I don't know if it's real, you know? Do I miss them now, only because I'm feeling anxious and stressed or do I miss them because they sent me something a couple of days ago? Do I miss them because I'm reminiscing? Or do I not miss them at all? And… Continue reading I miss someone
A conversation on ‘Be My Eyes’
There’s an app called ‘Be my eyes’ which visually impaired people can use to call volunteers around the world for help with everyday tasks. I answered one of these calls today. It was from a woman who needed help cleaning her stove. We talked while I helped her out and she asked me where I… Continue reading A conversation on ‘Be My Eyes’
Two and a half years
I've been listening to this song called 'Missing You' by All Time Low on repeat this evening. A wonderful song, I got curious and scrolled through the comments for the video on YouTube. In the comments, people had typed out the number of days they've been clean - the number of days they hadn't cut… Continue reading Two and a half years
Memoirs of a Muse 