Travel Blog 4: Budapest
After two lengthy flights (eight hours and just over three, respectively) on somewhat spartan planes devoid of any inflight entertainment save for the airline magazine and emergency protocol pamphlet, we touched down at Budapest’s Ferenc Liszt international airport in the...
A Letter of Remembrance to the Friend I Lost to Suicide
In retrospect, I suppose I always knew that you were not meant for this world. Even your features — the perfect locks, the imperial, aquiline nose, those haunted green eyes — were almost angelic. You were always so refined. You read Hemingway at French...
Business Review: Blazoned Boon Art Studio
The great Roman poet Horace once wrote that “a picture is a poem without words”. Sitting in the milky half-light of an expiring Tuesday afternoon surrounded by countless volumes of this wordless poetry, I can feel the tectonic plates of...
Withdrawal Hell Part 2: What I Learned and New Perspective
When my dad — with whom I’d been exceptionally close — died in 2014, I took two days’ family responsibility leave and I went back to work. Subconsciously, I must have known that this sort of behavior was not normal, because I snuck to...
Come Clarity: Life After Antidepressants
While much of the Western world spent October celebrating the lighter side of horror with grease paint and pumpkin spice lattes (yum!) from Starbucks, my October brought me face-to-face with the very real, very terrifying demons conjured up by antidepressant...