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Sometimes, I let you in. I open my heart and bring you closer. Yet, as soon as you start to believe I’m “okay” , “normal” or “good”, I pull away. Sometimes, I disappear. I close my heart and push you away.

At what point in life do you finally accept who you are as a person? That there are parts of you that you can change and parts that you just can’t? That no matter how much you may wish to be a certain

It’s a lifelong journey. Absentmindedly, I play with the tear stained tissue between my hands, folding and unfolding it over and over again. “Baby, look at me, please.” Silence. “Why won’t you look at

Yesterday, I got some constructive feedback on my writing from a guy who's very successful on the platform. Let's call him Bob. It was the first time that I felt someone was being genuinely honest with

I recently came across an article about Megan Markle’s “new found” British accent, and the uproar it’s caused, which inspired me to write about my own experience with losing my accent. After 10 years of

So, I’ve been struggling for the past 5 days to write a particular article that’s been on mind for a couple of weeks now. Initially, I thought it would be a breeze because I’m so passionate about the topic.

When I turned 9, we moved to the States for my Dad’s work. During the first few months, we were living in rented accommodation in a small gated community and I hadn’t yet started school. Apart from a few

Now that I've started to share my thoughts more regularly online, I find myself asking the same question repeatedly: Do I pick a niche or not when it comes to the topics I write about? You see, like most

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I read a post today by @yallapapi that left a sour taste in my mouth. Not because of him personally, but the sad realisation of what he was writing about. In summary: That in order to succeed on Steemit,

I think it’s an important distinction to make that “feeling like an outsider” is in fact that, a feeling. And sometimes that has genuine truth behind it, let’s say for example, being in another country

Late one evening at the beginning of February this year, I was home alone. Ruminating over the Instagram story I had just prepared, my heart was racing; adrenaline violently coursing through my veins.

Spoiler alert: The lack of Wi-Fi is the least of your problems. 8:40 a.m. Sleepily, I roll onto my back and let out a deep, long sigh. I feel hot and sticky, which strikes me as strange, considering I

For the past 4 years, I've been fasting during Ramadan, despite the fact I'm not a Muslim. There are quite a few reasons why I've chosen to do this, but for the sake of brevity, all you really need to

My entire life, I’ve been told how amazing I am at everything I do. It started pervasively with competitive swimming, which I tried for the first time at the age of 15. On day one, the coach of the club

One day at University, I met a guy who was 26 years old. I was 19 at the time and I remember feeling shocked that someone of his age would be taking an undergraduate degree. Back then, I already felt old

Facing your demons is hard at any point in life, but it's especially taxing during a time like Ramadan when your usual coping mechanisms have been taken away from you due to fasting. Yet, as is the case

Paris, Autumn 2017 I arrive 15 minutes early, as per usual. I mean, I'm British, I can't help myself. Taking a seat in the waiting room, I try to distract myself from my nerves by scrolling through my

Hi. I'm Vicki and I'm tired. I'm tired of my self-loathing. I'm tired of my lack of motivation. I'm tired of my negative attitude. I'm tired of feeling melancholy. I'm tired of feeling anxious. I'm tired