When Do We Stop Dreaming?
I’m restless. More and more, I realise that each passing day brings a deeper sense of stress and anxiety. Eventually, I said out loud what’s been eating me up inside, ecause silence no longer helped. My body doesn’t represent me. My image doesn’t reflect who I am. And most importantly, my age doesn’t define me.…
Bittersweet dreams
As a lifelong dreamer, I believed this time of recovery would be a chance to dive into a thousand things. But instead, I found myself forced to do what one is supposed to do during convalescence: rest. This has been deeply unsettling for me, because I need to be doing something. Yet, looking back through…