Whenever I think about the job I left in 2018, chills run down my arms.
I worked 10 to 16 hours every single day. I always saved a couple of hours to finish off some last-minute changes my boss wanted for Monday during the weekends. And when the holidays rolled in, one thing that always found its way into my bag was my work computer, just in case.
But that’s not why I hate that job with a burning passion.
In the two years I spent at that company, I didn’t make a single friend — not even a friendly…
“You can live off of what you love.”
The first few times I heard someone say those words (they were probably selling an online course), my eyes teared up. Right then and there, I vowed I’d do anything to quit my hated, 16-hour-per-day job and live the rest of my life as a fantasy author.
Fast forward to today, I haven’t made a dime with my fantasy books. Though I left my godawful job and now partially live off of my writing, my life has nothing to do with the idea I had back then. I don’t live in a…
In September 2020, I finally quit the contraceptive pill after 8 long years. The next few months were great, but when January 2021 arrived, acne came along with the new year (not the best Christmas present).
Based on how my cheeks and chin looked, I quickly concluded that the acne was related to hormonal issues. Sure enough, a blood test revealed I had slightly higher than normal testosterone levels, and an ecogram showed I had polycystic ovaries for the first time in my life.
I had no other symptoms related to the infamous PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome), a…
At first glance, the 2005 film The Island seems like an average sci-fi movie about clones, car chases, and evil scientists.
The movie follows Lincoln Six Echo (Ewan McGregor) and Jordan Two Delta (Scarlett Johansson) as they discover they are clones destined to die so their “real” versions can live longer.
To keep them — and thousands of others — docile, the facility’s evil director (Sean Bean) has created the Island, the supposed last paradise on Earth. With a daily lottery, clones rejoice when they win their turn to repopulate the new Garden of Eden.
However, as Jordan wins the…
From early to mid-2020, I quit social media. From spending an average of two hours per day, I went to zero.
I was drained.
Every time I logged on Twitter, someone announced a book deal. On LinkedIn, my schoolmates got promotions. On Instagram, fitness influencers boasted their enviable bikini bodies.
As an aspiring writer, I felt unsuccessful. As someone who had exchanged a high-paying corporate job for solopreneurship, I felt lost. As a human, I felt fat and lazy.
The worst part, though, was that I felt guilty for feeling guilty. It was exhausting.
My heart was hammering against my chest as I checked my date’s Tinder profile one last time.
He’s gorgeous, I thought with giddiness. As something fluttered in my belly, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was that a guy so hot had swiped right.
“Alexa?” My date called from behind.
Swallowing a gasp, I clutched my purse and turned around. The restaurant’s bustle faded as my brain compared the hot-picture guy on Tinder to the not-so-gorgeous guy in front of me.
Just like that, my stomach’s butterflies died.
“Hi,” I replied with a fake smile, eyeing sideways to find an…
I did everything I was supposed to do to be successful. But hustling for sixteen hours a day, sticking to a routine — working, working, working — didn’t lead to a six-figure business.
It led to burnout.
For two weeks, I was a husk of myself. Without warning (or so I thought), my body and mind shut off. I couldn’t do anything. No writing. No teaching. No exercising. Not even simple tasks like putting a cup in the dishwasher. I felt like a piece of furniture.
My brain, muscles, and bones said no more. For two weeks, I re-watched Friends…
Like many people out there, I’ve been struggling mentally and emotionally since the start of the pandemic.
When stressed, I binge-watched TV, which made me feel guilty for neglecting my responsibilities. Guilty, I argued with my partner, which made me feel sad. Sad, I turned to crazy amounts of ice cream, which — you guessed it — made me feel terrible.
On and on, I fought against myself. Everything I did to cope with my negative emotions brought more negativity, a vicious cycle.
According to Yale’s course, Managing Emotions in Times of Uncertainty & Stress, my problem was that I…
Whenever I eat meat for dinner, I dream about zombies. From steak tartare to filet mignon, meat leads to nights where I wake up a few hours after going to bed because of creepy undead corpses.
At first, I thought my strange zombie dreams were a consequence of too much The Walking Dead. But long after I grew bored of the TV series, I continued having the same weird dreams whenever I ate meat.
Nowadays, meat doesn’t always lead to zombies, but it always leads to dreams that wake me up when my sister goes to bed (she’s like a…
Once upon a time, I thought marriage was the end goal of a relationship.
Every time I dated someone new, my mind conjured up fantasies featuring our wedding, our kids, our future. The problem? My imaginary man had nothing to do with my boy-friend.
These fantasies kept me in toxic relationships.
When we marry, he’ll stop ignoring me.
When we marry, he’ll prefer to hang out with me, not with his friends.
When we marry, he’ll be more romantic.
When we marry. When we marry. When we marry. (Sigh)
Sadly, this also applies to most of my female friends. One…