Somewhere this year, I realised I wasn’t very easy to live with. For a long time, I thought being particular meant being intentional. I liked things done a certain way. I noticed details, I planned ahead. Somewhere along the way, I started expecting the same things from the people around me. When they didn’t move the way I did, I’d feel irritated. Sometimes disappointed. Sometimes quietly frustrate….and I didn’t realise it then, but it was creating distance. Being honest, it

The other day, I caught myself spiraling again. Something didn’t work out the way I had hoped, and my first thought was: “ What did I do wrong this time?” It’s almost automatic, like my brain would rather assign blame than sit with the fact that sometimes life just…happens. But I’ve noticed it’s not always inward. When friendships break, when a breakup stings, or when I fight with my parents–I either drown in guilt or blame the other person completely. And yet, when I give t

We live in a world where people measure success by the things they own–the new luxury bag, the car upgrade, the next trip abroad. Conversations often circle around who has what, and it’s easy to start questioning yourself. Am I behind? Am I doing enough? I’ve never been the person obsessed with collecting luxury things, but when you hear people around you constantly talking about them, it seeps into you. I used to feel like maybe I was lacking, maybe my achievements weren’t e

I had just moved to Canada in 2021, and everything felt new, overwhelming, and a little lonely. One afternoon, I went out for coffee and sat on a bench nearby. I didn’t use my phone; I just let myself sit with all the thoughts swirling in my head. Fear, excitement, uncertainty…they were all there at once. And then, slowly, I noticed something surprising: I didn’t mind my own company. Half an hour passed, and I felt calmer, more present, more myself than I had in days. That be