I keep forgetting I’m only 25

Last night, all I did was stare at the ceiling. It was a moment of reflection and existential panic. It felt like the room was filled with every worry my anxiety can create. Leaking through the cracks on the wall, I felt it slowly suffocating me. My ears tried to drown in the noise of …

The Rude Awakening of Adulthood

What do you want to be when you grow up? If you asked my 15-year-old self she would give you a straight answer. Ask my 18-year-old self and she will tell you she’s gearing herself towards one specific goal. But if you ask me now, all I can tell you is that I do not …