It was just one of the many times I spent in the casino. It was a year since I suspected that a depression relapse was imminent. It was exactly a month since my nervous breakdown.
Ah, the hazards of a restless spirited control-freak stuck in the limbo of complete uncertainty, filled with tremendous anxiety and a dollop of fear…
“He is who he is because he is. She is who she is because she is. They are who they are because they are. I am who I am because I am.” I think – I always think, like a magnet for rumination – that I have the inclination to worry about what others think…… Continue reading In no position to judge
This, too, shall pass.
Often we ask people we meet how they are. We are also asked how we are. Sometimes we say we hope they are well and we say the same. Do we really want to know how they are? Do we wait for the answer or do we walk on assuming the answer is a simple…… Continue reading How are you?
Today, despite the sum total of everything that has happened to me so far in South Africa, as a naturalized South African, currently ongoing taxi strike included, not forgetting how I feel about them, I realized that I am proud to be South African. It’s not something I express openly because I know that at…… Continue reading Proudly South African despite #TaxiStrike
The year was 2000. The month was July. It hasn’t been one of my favorite months. Apart from the fact that it’s winter in the southern hemisphere, it really has not been great for me for a number of years in the past. Oh well, c’est la vie! Que sera sera… I have such a…… Continue reading Survival strategy in 2000 that still works (maybe)