Lost letters…
I have these moments. Single, sharp. They fill me up, wrap me tight, remind me that there is something there. Something almost akin to… joy. Something soft, peaceful. YES, THAT’S THE WORD! Peaceful.
The way you intersect in my life
“… And then I learnt that people come and go, we are planets, we orbit around each other, and that’s okay.”
Medical Journals
On 4th of December 2022, while I was crying my eyes out on the bus making my way back to my halls from the Urgent care facility in Kings College London, I had come to the conclusion that I did not trust a medical professional in London. I was distraught enough to make the decision to not let them touch me, even if I were bleeding out to death.
I want you to know why.
(Un)healthy
The idea (and execution) of health is confusing at best, astoundingly ableist at worst.
Art is one Fickle Mistress
“…
Well, I am a small fraction of her, whereas she is the whole of me. She leaves me, I become nothing.
…”
The Gaslighter
This is the last conversation in between an ex-friend and myself. An example of what gaslighting looks like by people who are close to a chronically ill person.
The ethical dilemma
The ethical dilemma I faced in the very beginning of the making of Normal Bodies.
