We’ve lost the art of sympathizing.
Tag Archives: mental health
music and PSA
That song doesn’t make me cry anymore. And, if you were wondering, I’m totally not bitter about it, either.
a disappearing act
Do you know why I named it the disappearing act?
running in circles
Is karma an echo of our intent?
go ahead
Rip the band-aid, Kejt! The expectations you set early in life will follow you forever.
Mechanical Mornings: The Alienating Reality of Burnout
I started looking at myself surgically, trying to pry everything out. I wasn’t me to myself anymore. I was another person I was dissecting, so separated from my feelings that I started feeling like a machine – a broken one, at that.
homecoming trip
The longest trip I’ve taken was coming back from Vilnius. I was at the airport at 2 am. I had an early flight. I landed in Krakow and had a connecting flight to Zagreb. I got there around 2 pm and was in my city at around 9 pm.
the art of mending a heart
My teen years were my most fruitful years for writing. Too bad it was all wasted on a melancholy I cannot return to anymore.
advice from your big sister
I feel like my childhood started with losing my footing at my first steps, and ever since then I’ve been doing the panic sprint. I still haven’t found my footing.
apps on silent
Also, I hate that everything is buzzing all the time and has the right to your presence at all times. No, I want to hide behind the screen and exist quietly. Let me scroll my Pinterest in peace!
