Stop Telling Me I Need To “Find” Someone

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Please stop telling me I need to find someone. When you drop subtle hints that I’m going to be “left on the shelf” if I don’t do anything soon, it makes me feel older than my 22 years. When you say that I need to find my other half, it makes me feel as if I were missing a part of myself I never knew existed. When you remind me that such-and-such a friend now has a boyfriend, it makes me feel like I’m unloved—when I know that it’s far from the truth. Continue reading

Faith, Life & Reflections

I Have Depression and This Is What I Want You to Know

I never thought that I would have depression.

It seemed like something only strangers had. Even when a close friend of mine struggled with depression a few years ago, I couldn’t relate to what she was going through. I just thought of it as a really low period some people had and would eventually get out of, if only they tried hard enough.

Depression was a faraway concept, and “depressed” was a word I used casually when I felt particularly sad. I didn’t understand depression—until it happened to me. Continue reading

Bhutan, Life & Reflections

Can You Really Travel to Find Yourself?

I used to consider traveling and its accompanying “find yourself” mantra overrated.

In the 2010 American romantic movie Eat Pray Love, the protagonist, a divorcee, escapes from her daily life in which she feels lost and confused, to “exotic” lands like India, where she finds inner peace and learns to love herself (as well as another man). I’ve always found the logic behind this movie problematic. The idea that one can simply run away from problems to lead a more carefree lifestyle, and return with everything somehow magically resolved is not how life works. Continue reading

Life & Reflections

Thanksgivings for Twenty-Fifteen

Twenty-fifteen was a year of many first’s.

This goes without saying for most if not all of us, but 2015 holds a particular resonance for me. It was a year of first’s laced with joy and threaded with pain–some reminisced with a soft smile and a wistful sigh, others remembered with downcast eyes and knitted brow.

These were my most memorable first’s of 2015. Continue reading