Annoying Questions People Ask Stay-At-Home Moms
(And what you should ask instead) I’m a stay-at-home mom with 2 kids — a 2-month-old and a 2-year-old. I’m 27 years old this year and I live in the sunny state of Singapore. I quit my
My Depression: From Diagnosis to Recovery
In October 2016, I was diagnosed with chronic depression which eventually turned into bipolar. Since then, I have gained a much deeper insight into how society views and deals with these issues. I have also
Therapy In Your Thirties… It’s A Thing
Therapy for the most part has lost some if it’s stigma – well, at least in certain brown communities according to my experience. Over the last few years many of my thirty something friends have
Untethered
We tend to think of death as that one moment, the one that stands between the final breath and the void that follows in all its silence and emptiness. Until that point, you’re alive. This
Space: My Parent’s Greatest Gift To Me
I flourished around deep connections and like some psychological ‘excavation’, I tried to understand people’s deepest aspirations, fears and insecurities. It was no gambit, just pure intrigue. Though my love to connect with others
How to Pour Without Emptying
‘How do you pour without emptying yourself?’ I ask myself this question several times. The answer I get is always the same; ‘You don’t.’ The first time I felt this way, like I wasn’t doing
The Archive
I try to find my mother Over the years Searching In the archives Of love and loss digesting memory An uncomfortable silence That shapes My body Her body Sometimes, she was her Other times, I
A Letter to Myself on my 20th Birthday
Dear Sobia, Happy 20 vulnerable years of your birth and sigh for Sylvia Plath isn't alive, she would had turned 88 today. Sigh! again. First off, let me start by saying that it's okay to
SOS (Save Our Sisters) Alert; Independent Women
As a family lawyer I am used to emotionally carrying people, this forms part of my job, I am used to solving other people’s problems, and I let people lean on me. For many of
Listening Is My Superpower
“Why are you so quiet? Can you just say something?” He laughs. My dad. A sanguineous, happy go lucky, constantly trying to make me talk, make me laugh. “Why would I want to talk as