Rationality and Irrationality I suspect that wanting to live—wanting anything at all, just wanting—is a human default. It does (or should) come as normally as breathing. According to this line of reasoning, a mentally healthy human being shouldn’t need a reason to want to live. There’s a reason why survival instinct is called what it… Continue reading Notes on My Non-Linear Healing Process
I assume, if you’re a believer—and perhaps, even if you aren’t—that you believe in purpose. I do. And although I can’t front like I know exactly what my purpose is in this bleak life, an educated guess tells me that if it exists, whatever it is, it’s deeply related to writing/storytelling/lexivism. For anyone who believes… Continue reading Purpose + Being Forced to Focus
At the beginning of 2015, I coined a word: “lexivism.” It’s a noun, which has several definitions, all of which hold the essential meaning of “lexical/literary activism.” If one advocates for literary arts, one is a lexivist. If one believes in the power of words, whether written or spoken, one is a lexivist. If one… Continue reading Work, Worth & Wages: My Transition to Professional
At six years old, I wrote my first end-of-term examination of primary school, in Class 1. I emerged with the overall first position in my class. The same happened the term after that and the term after that. Then throughout Class 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Form 1, and two out of three semesters of… Continue reading Terror + Taking A Semester Off
In January of 2018, I was experiencing heartache—but I can’t remember what for. I do remember being freshly back on campus after the Christmas break and crying so hard in my dorm room that my chest physically started to hurt. It was bizarre and alarming. Someone online told me they had experienced a similar sensation… Continue reading Self-Care: The Thing I Wish Was A Myth (But It Really, Really Isn’t).
On Friday, the 21st of December 2018, I had one of the most violent nights I had experienced in what felt like several months. No, no armed robbers attacked my household. Neither did I get beaten or stabbed or even get into a verbal fight with anyone. All the violence occurred within my own mind;… Continue reading How Do You Want to Be Loved?
I hate self-help books and all their cousins. I don’t like anything that is designed to make you feel good without adding real value, making you more like a balloon inflated with air than a vessel filled with substance. I don’t trust anything that doesn’t take into account the complex, unjust nature of the world,… Continue reading There Is No Prototype.