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As the panic faded, clarity took its place. Little by little, the things I’d excused or ignored revealed themselves as patterns, not one-offs. It wasn’t about blaming her or absolving myself — it was about finally seeing the relationship as…
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The days after the break-up weren’t calm or reflective. They were chaotic. My emotions pulled me in every direction at once, and nothing matched up — what I felt, what I knew, and what I wanted all existed in separate…
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The end didn’t arrive slowly or gently. It wasn’t one of those break-ups you can feel coming. It hit like a shift in the ground beneath my feet — sudden, disorientating, and impossible to make sense of. I didn’t know…
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Looking back over my old posts, I’m struck by how much ground I’ve covered without noticing. The heartbreak, the confusion, the anger — and somewhere in the middle of all that, the slow return of my own voice. I used…
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School was never a safe place for me. Every day began with anxiety and ended with relief that it was over. But then came one lesson — drama. No desks, no rules, just an open space and a teacher who…
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When the system fails to serve its people, real change doesn’t wait for elections or slogans. It begins in communities, in networks of trust, in local acts of collaboration and mutual aid. By reclaiming agency outside the stage of formal…
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Disillusionment with politics is often seen as apathy, but what if it’s something sharper — recognition? When the patterns of power never change, and every “new” leader carries the same agenda in a different suit, refusal to vote becomes not…
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Modern democracy looks vibrant on the surface — full of choice, debate, and noise. But behind the spectacle lies something quieter and more enduring: the machinery of power itself. This piece explores how fear, militarisation, and illusion keep citizens obedient…
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I thought I needed someone to make me happy. Turns out, I just needed space to be myself again. Being alone isn’t a setback — it’s a reset. And for the first time in a long time, I’m actually okay…
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The divorce papers arrived, and even though I knew they would, it still knocked me. I thought I’d feel relief, but instead it’s bittersweet. Whatever her feelings were, mine were real — and that makes this the end of not…
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