For so long, I craved a home, a “room of one’s own”, in the words of Virginia Woolf. It seemed like the more I wanted it, the more elusive it became.

Growing up as an older daughter, it was natural that I shared a room with my younger sister to accompany her through the scary night.

When I finally left home to pursue my dreams, my dad’s allowan…read more

It’s not a secret that healing is not linear.
It is, actually, a bunch of scattered dots.
Upon connecting them, I should see meaning.
But the picture is still not clear at all.

All I see are reasons proving I was never enough.
The things I learned to forsake because I always got a “no”.
Pleads that now seem simple—not a big ask anymore.
Maybe the…read more