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Keep fighting

If you want to win, the will can never retire - Muhammad Ali Every day, people living with depression, and other mental illnesses fight battles in their heads. I know because I am counted among them. We don't always win, but each new day presents another chance for us to work towards overcoming. Some

Renewed Hope

Easter is my favourite time of year. When I was growing up, we followed certain traditions. My family turned the house upside down and cleaned everything under the watchful eyes of my Ma, who instructed which new curtains should go up. New bed sheets, wares, vinyls on the kitchen floor... The entire

My first novel

Coming Soon  *** I wrote this post and published it with no content but then I thought I should explain one thing. Some of you may be wondering what publishing my first novel has to do with fibromyalgia and depression and the whole she bang. Well, everything. 2097

Should we hide our scars?

Sometimes I notice the stares. Honestly, I’m not perturbed. But today, while talking to my best friend who is like a sister, something dawned on me. I was itching the scars scabbing on my hand, and J lovingly told me to stop itching them. The girl standing right next to us in the

The Climb

Fibromyalgia, chronic illness and mental illness like depression and anxiety can be likened unto a steep mountain that we are all struggling to climb, with heavy baggage laden on us. What has happened to us - the past - can strongly influence who we are and the many trials we contend

The Face of Depression

What does depression look like? I often ask people. The question intrigues me. The answers, even more. Depression is an enigma with many faces. It doesn’t always looks like what we expect it to. And more importantly, people wear it differently. You might already know that I’ve set out to raise money for Depression

My New Year ‘Fibromyalgia’ Wish

Us humans, we are so deeply imbued with an inclination to hope, that we blindly do so, regardless of what we see before us. The world is sick. The race of men is sick. But we dear to hope. Why? We do it always on the dawning of a new year. We seem to