Like most humans with a heart, my phone has been glued to my hand obsessively — it has filled me with heartbreak, grief, helplessness, and anger. Almost numb to everything else that is not Palestine. I have been at a loss for words — I normally work through my feelings…

I’ve found there’s a new kind of loneliness that sneaks in these days. Having recently turned 30 and being single — it wasn’t something I had illusions about not happening. I just didn’t expect it to burrow in the way it has. Don’t judge me but this thought became present…

I love love. It’s the ultimate cliché isn’t it? The single woman who loves the concept of love. The idea of this beautiful thing out there in a world that can be so dark is so humbling. …

I wish when people say “it gets better”, they would give me a timeframe, like you will wake up on August 1st and the grief will have gone away. Give me something I can work with because I don’t believe you. It’s been 7 months since I lost my dad…

As the year comes to an end (what a horrific year it has been), it is naturally the time for reflection. For me, I am in a pensive mood most days, grief does that, I guess. …

I saw a tweet that read “Anger also shows up to protect you from grief.” (@ehimeora) and it struck me. I don’t think I was a particularly angry person before it all happened. Until the age of 28, I could count the times I’d gotten really angry on one hand…

If you’re lucky, you will come across a book or two during your time which will change your life, the ones when you’re reading it — you know you will not emerge the same person as you were when you started it. For me, this is one of them. Love…