Your identity is yours, own it.
I have probably mentioned this before, I finished grad school late last year and I’ve been lucking out on finding a job. You would think that that would be my major frustration right? It really isn’t because I’m reasonable and I understant the state of unemployment at the moment… (1) unemployment is high, (2) my field is
i was in a slight car accident yesterday, no one got hurt alhamdullilah/ thank God (it really wasn’t bad at all…no cause for alarm). i’ve been driving for over 5 years and this is the first accident i’ve been in. i was shook for the rest of the day and my mum at one point
I went through all the places where I keep my thoughts [journals], words [blogs] and photos [all over the place] to compile a visual diary of 2016 and what it was like for me.
Whether you’re the friend who will never be caught shedding a tear or the ugly crier of the group, we all eventually experience a breakup that will make even the most nonchalant among us cry. Though many breakups are amicable, the ones we tend to remember are the ones that leave us anguished. They’re the
I’m currently in that awkward period between being done with higher education and getting a job. That point in life when your ID says you’re an adult but your bank account reminds you that you are what I like to call ‘an adult child”. It’s a thing, trust me.
I was headed into Tesco (local supermarket) and there was this young man sitting outside asking for spare change, I asked him if he needed anything from the store and he said he didn’t but that he was in need of money. I knew I only had a five pound note in my wallet and
Death is such a taboo; it has so many different faces and layers to it that the majority of us don’t know what to do when faced with it or how to respond when it is mentioned and I don’t think there’s a formula to it. It’s a very sensitive topic, and I think that you