I remember the night you told me you were bipolar. You said it so casually as if you were telling me your favourite colour, and I, in my ignorance, didn’t think much of it. I had never heard the term before—not in a way that made it real. I thought it was just a word, Read More…
It’s Valentine’s Day, and many people are paired up in red and white. Gifts and flower shops are making a killing, and social media is filled with declarations of love. I, however, am here, writing to you. Again. Writing this letter on Valentine’s Day felt like writing a love letter but this is not a Read More…
Happy New Year. You are probably wondering why I am writing you again as the last letter was supposed to be the last one. It was. And I meant it when I wrote it. At the time, it felt like the best way to say goodbye and finally close our chapter in my mind and Read More…
I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and I can’t seem to move past one question – was it you or was it me? I know we have moved on (or maybe it’s just you who’s moved on) and I should probably let it all go but sometimes, especially when I can’t move past Read More…