Deposits
The spiral is not a beginning — it is an archive. Every ring holds what has already been lived, compressed but not erased. Around it, new threads emerge and loop, not replacing what came before but joining it, becoming part of the same accumulating structure. This is not identity remade.…
Buried Memories
Sometimes in life, everything seems fine on the surface. Things look stable, even good—but inside, there’s something pulling you inward. A void. A place where nothing exists. And that nothingness creates a kind of emptiness that feels impossible to cure. But where does this emptiness come from? Is it loneliness?Is…
The Right Career
Choosing the “right career” is something everyone talks about, and often it is something imposed on us. When I was a child, my mother never really asked me what I wanted to become, but my father wanted me to become the Head of Police because I never liked injustice. I…
Conditional Love
If I have ever loved someone, I have loved them with all my heart — through every high and every low. But I often wonder, did they ever love me the same way? This question has followed me since childhood. Why do we obey or respect people who disrespect us…
No More Meds
By “meds,” I mean antidepressants. My immune system has endured enough damage from years of mental health struggles that began in my teenage years. I will still take medication when my body genuinely needs it—for fevers, colds, or pain—but no more antidepressants. And for that, I am deeply grateful. I…