When I look back at the worries I once had, they seem so silly now. I almost feel sorry for the version of me who carried so much fear and anxiety. I shouldn’t have been so consumed by the things that once terrified me. Isn’t that the kind of realisation that comes with age? They
They say time heals all wounds but some wounds never truly fade. Childhood trauma, especially, stays with us like a scar beneath the skin. You may not see it every day, but when your fingers trace its rough surface, the memories return. The pain reminds you of everything you once endured. Pain is universal. No
Dearest Yara, On the night of the 16th of September, 2024, I was admitted to the hospital in Dubai, waiting with both fear and anticipation. And on the 17th, my life changed forever; you were born, Yara. That day was an emotional rollercoaster for me. Without my mother near me, miles and miles away from
The Yellow Wallpaper is indeed a remarkable read, despite its shortness. It portrays the struggles of postpartum depression during the 19th century, a time when mental health was neither understood nor acknowledged. I am both glad and surprised that Ms. Gilman thoughtfully depicted postpartum struggles during her time, especially considering that, over 130 years later,
There is no such thing as bad people. We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things. When I first picked up It Ends With Us, I didn’t know what to expect. I had previously labeled Colleen Hoover as a romance writer who churns out shallow, predictable fiction. I couldn’t have been more wrong. This
