When I was seventeen, I once wrote something in my journal, that goes like this: FEELING FEAR: anxious for the future, insecure about the present, angry at the unsuccessful past I have always been a girl who is full of worry. This is my third post on this platform, by…

Impulsivity. If the word could be my middle name, that would certainly fit the role. Today, I woke up feeling like my heart just got tied up by a string. I can still breathe, but it doesn’t feel effortless. When you have anxiety every now and then, you’d know that…

If you know me, you know how chaotic my life is. If you’re one of my best friends, you know how problematic my insides are. And if you’re one of the few people I trust, you know how stuck I always feel. This writing will be short, because as an…