I reached the summit of my disorders and it's time to start the climb down.
This past month I have felt a hundred emotions and I have so much to tell you all.
At the outset, stress was a check against procrastination and a way to prevent yourself from producing shoddy work. Over the years, stress grew into a hungry blackhole that lived off my insecurities and weaknesses.
If someone wants to chart my progress, this is where I am right now.
My head's not a great place to be stuck in.
Returning is always better than leaving.
Do you know how it feels to realise that all you've been trying to do all your life is looking for validation in your own eyes?
Getting better is hard work, and getting better while working hard is harder.
I got out of the house, on a little trip. A trip to a place so familiar, my second home, Coorg. The hills always call and if you hear carefully to the city winds, you will know the hills are calling you. There are few places on earth that make you feel like you were … Continue reading On the road
I go two steps forward and one step back, I am used to it now.