For me, these past few months have been a season in which God has been answering my prayers. Not even just prayers I’ve prayed recently, but some way earlier in the year. Some had been consistent prayer topics for a couple of years or more. Of course, the intuitive response when you see someone speak… Continue reading A Note on Answered Prayers.
For Next Time: A list dedicated to Akotowaa, from The Spider Kid. You will not conflate your desire to be loved by a person, with any actual love for the person. You will not project your desire to be wanted onto any human being. If a person decides they want you, you will let them… Continue reading For Next Time.
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).