Four years ago, as an elementary school teacher, I was trapped in a frantic pace. Today, bedridden for a year and a half, I’m fighting chronic fatigue syndrome. Here’s what this ordeal has taught me.
If I could go back and sit across from my 25-year-old self at a tiny kitchen table — coffee mugs between us, maybe a notebook nearby — here’s what I’d tell her
Kami memulai hubungan ini seperti dua orang yang baru jatuh cinta lagi. Sudah lama sejak terakhir kali kami pacaran — mungkin tiga tahun. Rasanya kami lupa bagaimana caranya menjalin hubungan. Canggung. Senyum malu-malu, obrolan yang tertahan, dan cengengesan yang muncul
Stacks of plastic totes and cardboard boxes lie in neat rows, towering to the ceiling in the garage. It took a few days, but we’ve gone from having a tight and winding path through the basement to
Beberapa kali aku mencoba menangis, tapi aku tidak dapat mengeluarkan air mata. Apakah karena aku sudah cukup besar untuk tidak dapat menangis? Apakah aku sudah tidak boleh menangis? Jawabannya tidak, aku bisa saja menangis dan
The year was 2024. After a few enriching years living in Germany, I found myself back in India — a place of vibrant chaos, relentless energy, and roads that test every driver’s mettle. My experience