“He hated tomatoes back then.”
How trivial a sentence. How little does it say about you, a man of the Arts, someone with an actual body of work. Why does my memory reduce you to that? Continue reading A toast
“He hated tomatoes back then.”
People thought they were being nice when they said “You don’t look sick”. People should know that that is the last thing someone who is chronically ill and undiagnosed wants to hear. Continue reading I am not lost
I was thinking about that the other day and about the infamous “It’s not you, it’s me”. I started a mental list of the true meaning behind it.
I say “it’s not you, it’s me” – what I mean is… Continue reading It’s not you, it really is them
I wish [baba Mitra] was still alive so I could ask her for advice. I’d ask her if she’d ever been disappointed by the world. Was her love so strong that it did not matter what they did or did not do? She did not hold grudges, that I am sure, as I never once heard her criticize someone other than the person who’d made me cry, but how did she keep on giving love? Where did she get that love from? Was it her Faith? Was it her God that kept on replenishing the source? Did she ever feel like she’d given so much that there was nothing left for herself? Or was she perfectly selfless? Continue reading Takotsubo cardiomyopathy
I freaked out a few friends with this in the past couple of weeks, so I thought I’d share it with you too. I recently remembered something I had read two or three years ago, something that back then I kind of already knew but managed to forget. Take a deep breath and do not panic after reading the following statement – it is not bad.
The Universe will send you the same lesson over and over again until you learn. Continue reading Over and over again until you learn
Do not listen to others. Follow your inner voice. Cover your ears and repeat “Me, me, me, me, me, me, me”. Continue reading Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
There are no more boundaries between private and professional life; everything blends together and, when spiralling down, sucks the entire backdrop into the black hole. Continue reading They hear me
Let them have it. They are allowed even if they have a roof over their head, food in their belly, healthy loved ones; even if they seemingly have it all. Don’t pull, don’t push. Tell them it is OK to feel lost, to not have the answers or the strength to look for them; tell them it is OK to complain, it is OK to cry, it is OK to feel overwhelmed by sadness. Continue reading Be sad
For the last few days, every night at 8, we go to our windows or doorstep and we applaud people working in healthcare. They don’t hear us, we’re not facing a hospital, but it makes us feel we are actually doing something. Continue reading The Closed Shutter House
A few months ago, I was telling my friends about something I had been through half a year prior. Something felt off. It seemed too close, yet further away. It is only the next day that it hit me: it had happened a year and a half before that. I had missed an entire year in my story. Where had it gone?
Continue reading The Vanishing