it’s only been three months but 2023 has been heavy.

In January, I lost my cat. I remember on New Year's day when I was visiting my family's home, where my cat lived. I remember sitting by the swinging chair on the porch, petting Yoko who was snuggling on my lap. I remember how light he felt, how thinner he's gotten. I started counting how…

I’m glad we found comfort in each other.

It's always difficult to be the one reaching out, right? You're wanting to talk to someone, but somehow your fingers feel too heavy to navigate to a specific person or two. You don't have anything to converse about in particular - the weather has been fine, though it wouldn't hurt to complain about the lack…

figuring things out.

This is a collection of moments woven together, taken from the early dawns and sleepless nights spent pondering on how to figure life out. ⏪ // Friday, 5 February 2016 A week after writing this post - the end to an era, putting a phase of my life tucked away - I thought to myself how…

despite not knowing what I live for, I’m just glad I’m still here.

The past few months had been the most difficult period of my life - so much that I question whether my existence is needed at all. I'm sure everyone has had these dark thoughts cross their minds every now and then. "Why am I here?""Why do I try so hard when nothing works out?""What does…

what is your favourite time of the day?

People ask this question all the time. "Are you a morning person, or a night person?" I always answer, "If done right, I am a morning person." When intrigued, I would offer the person a narrative. One of when I was 21, barely an adult, and living on my own for the first time. No…