Tag Archives: experiences

My Morning Bus Driver

We met when he stopped the bus in the middle of the road so I could get in. You cannot really run with that cast, he said. And I liked him since that day. Every morning, he would show up … Continue reading

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My Two Instant Thoughts

When small things crush me, this is what I immediately think: I’m simply not meant for happiness & Why do X & Y never have any failures like mine?; they don’t work hard at all and things go well for … Continue reading

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With Tears…Again.

I wish there could be a week in which I wouldn’t cry, a week in which I could only feel happiness. In fact, I don’t even want happiness, I just don’t want to feel any despair or anger. I want … Continue reading

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Crying Over Small Things

There are days when small things are huge. On Saturday, I cried because I ordered a bad chai latte. I cried because the coconut milk I chose made my drink watery. On Sunday morning, I realised I’ve started taking my … Continue reading

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Sentimiento

It’s not a complex feeling as I’d like to pretend; it’s clear, simple, and unwanted. It’s sadness stained with a bit of joy (how I wish it could be the opposite). It’s only sadness disguised by the brightness of the … Continue reading

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A Depressed Catholic is Not a Bad Catholic

It is OK to be on antidepressants. It is OK to be a Catholic on antidepressants. I’ve suffered from major depression many times in my life. I also suffer from anxiety, and every year I get very bad Seasonal Affective … Continue reading

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When I Wasn’t Woman of Colour Enough

I’m a woman of colour (here you can read how I happened to discover that). However, a while ago, in a feminist organization I defended a white person. Well, that was the end of my involvement in that organization. Back … Continue reading

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