It fascinates me how memory tends to trick us into downsizing certain negative experiences to ease the process of getting over them. We think something was bad but if we get the opportunity to relive a glimpse of it we realize that it was traumatizing. While naively looking for a…

It’s safe to say that we love fresh starts. No matter what the context is, we enjoy clicking the reset button and getting a new chance at making things “right”. That’s why it is commonly believed among many cultures around the world that when that clock strikes midnight, something will…

Ironically, the most fascinating aspect of this world lies in how appalling and atrocious personal experiences can carry valuable life lessons. While this topic weighs a ton over my head whenever it comes up, I realize that facing the truth and stating the facts might be a step in the…

I think it’s safe to say that most of our psychological and mental health problems can be traced back to our childhood. While some of us were luckier with our biological parents, many others weren’t. I am commonly known for my very controversial views about parenting and family structure. I…

Blessed..that’s the word that pops in my mind when I think of the unyielding support system that I have. Friends to the true meaning of the word. They make me feel like I’m the richest person in the world. I’m not going to lie or pretend that it was a…

Gathering the necessary mental strength to write this down was not an easy task. We have all been through that one traumatizing event that we want to keep buried deep down as we see no added value in talking about it and sharing it. We simply don’t find comfort in…

Even though this sounds like a sad story, I always chose to tell it in a happy way. I don’t know if it’s the optimist in me that keeps looking at it positively. But one thing I know for sure is that I refuse to take part in a stereotypical…

I did not like my father when I was growing up. Straight and simple right? Why not! I’m not going to write a paragraph that keeps going in circles and trying to insinuate that my father is a hopeless case of carelessness. Do I need to bother? The obvious should…

I remember gazing at the bottom of it, wondering why I am so fascinated by heights. Is it the beautiful scenery? Is it a sense of freedom? Or is it the feeling of detachment that it provided from my everyday life? I cannot recall how much time I spent looking…