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Unhurried: The Power of the Pause

On Easter Sunday, after our services at church, I resumed reading Arundhati Roy’s The God of Small Things. I wanted to finish it before I head back to the slopes of where I have been frozen in space and time. At 2 in the morning, on the final pages of the book, I wept. And I could not stop my tears from falling. My heart was being shattered. I started reading the book when I purchased it at the…

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Musings and Meanderings

I sat inside my hospital room, oblivious to the on-going activities that permeate the walls, the safe walls where I exist for the time being. For the longest time, I had been proud of myself for being able to manage my manic-depressive episodes. In fact, one of the reasons why I was able to hurdle the pain of losing my Mother was because of psychotherapy and cognitive-behavioral therapy. This…

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The Sun Rises

At three in the afternoon, on a lazy December Sunday, I stare at the cream-painted ceiling and lay my back on the hard tiled floor. I was oblivious to the time that would take for me to move from what was familiar into the rather unknown, yet somehow, familiar place. As a personal living with manic depression, I consider movement from one place to another–now that I don’t even know where my home…

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