Between Silence and Noise I’m still not entirely sure whether I ever truly had “Cassandra syndrome,” but I do know this: being with him was exhausting, whether we were out in public or sitting at home surrounded by the never-ending mess. The blaring YouTube videos during the day, the booming podcasts at night—those became my… Continue reading Could I Have Been Cassandra?
The Curse of the Coffee Table
Wine, Steak, and Freedom Since breaking up with my Australian ex-partner after six years of living together, I’ve become the kind of woman who drinks wine and eats steak in the middle of the day—gracefully, and with absolute freedom—at my newly purchased height-adjustable dining table.And tonight, I’m finally throwing out that cursed piece of furniture—the… Continue reading The Curse of the Coffee Table
My Essayist Friend
The Easily Swayed Friend In my fifth job before I turned 30, I met a female coworker I instantly clicked with. She had zero interest in the company, openly saying, “One day, I want to work in aromatherapy.” Even during work hours, you could smell her lack of motivation — yet she was always smiling,… Continue reading My Essayist Friend
I’m Scared of Phone Rings
When the Phone Rings, My Soul Leaves the Room Since the pandemic, one silver lining has been the quiet migration of most client and team communication to chat apps. I am eternally grateful for this forced digital transformation, because, quite frankly, I hate phone calls. “I’ll call you at 1 p.m.” — The Day Is… Continue reading I’m Scared of Phone Rings
When Silence Becomes Violence
I was in a relationship with him for eight years. We lived together for six of them. And throughout those years, we fought over the same thing—again and again. Each time, he responded with the silent treatment. At first, it lasted a day. But as time went on, it stretched—three days, five, seven.He always announced… Continue reading When Silence Becomes Violence