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The Realities
of Addiction
Waking up in the hospital bed, barely able to move, I felt a lucidity I hadn’t felt in ages.
For the first time, I wasn’t running anymore. The first faces I saw through my blurred vision were the worried countenances of my mother and father.
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Too Much, Yet Never Enough
“Will you stop acting pitiful?”, my form teacher screamed at me.
I was just 7 at the time - I never really knew what was going on. I never really knew what was wrong. I always felt like I was different - not in a good way.
5 Reasons Why Forgiveness is About You, Not Them.
by Dora Neo
We’re often told to forgive others, to “turn the other cheek” and to be gracious to everyone, but in the aftermath of being wronged, forgiveness can seem like an impossible concept...
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Community:
Why Community is a Stretchy Sweater, Not a Straightjacket.
by Joyce Lee
You wanna come over and nap?
These were the words I never thought I'd consider for a Saturday afternoon activity from those I considered my "community"...
Loneliness
He got off me as his obnoxious groans subsided.
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I couldn’t help but feel soiled, damaged, and worthless. I felt out of my body, and this vessel I looked down at didn’t look like mine. It looked broken.
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Forgiveness:
5 Reasons Why Forgiveness is About
You, Not Them.
by Dora Neo
We’re often told to forgive others, to “turn the other cheek” and to be gracious to everyone, but in the aftermath of being wronged, forgiveness can seem like an impossible concept...
Grief & Loss:
A Sedative for Grief...?​
by Jonathan Lee
A sedative for grief...?
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If we are completely honest, sometimes we may ask if there really is such a thing? There is never an easy 5 steps process of how to move through the pain of your past grief...
Anxiety of Imminent Death...
by Jonathan Lee
We were never taught how to grief, or how to prepare ourselves when the sting of death comes creeping in on the people we hold dear to our hearts...
Mental Health
Letter to My Suicidal Self:
Dear Gwen
by Anonymous
Was there ever a time in your life where you remembered so clearly how difficult it was to get through one more night? Like you genuinely thought you were just not going to make it...
The Realities
of Addiction
Waking up in the hospital bed, barely able to move, I felt a lucidity I hadn’t felt in ages.
For the first time, I wasn’t running anymore. The first faces I saw through my blurred vision were the worried countenances of my mother and father.
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Family
Dear Mum, The Things I Can't Say To You
I have so many things to say to you but I really don’t have the courage to say it to your face.
I really hope that you’ll get to read this someday and hear my heart.
For now, this is the best I can do.
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Son, you will always be precious in my sight.
I thought I gave up my hopes and dreams when I had children.
But little did I realise, that you and your Didi were the greatest gifts I could ever hope for or dream of.
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It’s a day I will always remember.
It was the day I lost all respect for my father as I watched him strangle my mother with his bare hands.
Growing up, I had a great childhood - my father was my hero. He encompassed what it meant to be a man.
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Nowhere To Run
by Sarah Tan
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve cried myself to sleep.
“When will there be an escape from this?”
Growing up, I never knew what a home felt like. I don’t even know what a house feels like because all I ever did was spend years living in different houses with different relatives.
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Identity
Too Much, Yet Never Enough
“Will you stop acting pitiful?”, my form teacher screamed at me.
I was just 7 at the time - I never really knew what was going on. I never really knew what was wrong. I always felt like I was different - not in a good way.
Jack of all trades, master of none
It was like a flat, grey circle of uncertainty, and I was in the middle of it, trying to grasp at an edge, trying to secure myself to something I was good at.
Fully Know and Fully Loved
At that moment, I just felt so known. But yet so so loved. So known for all my outer flaws, my deepest inner feelings and insecurities but yet so loved and so accepted.
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