A South Asian’s Story: NEDA Week
I have felt guilty all my life. Guilty about leaving, guilty about conforming to outdated standards for girls, for eating too much, for eating too little…
Continue ReadingI have felt guilty all my life. Guilty about leaving, guilty about conforming to outdated standards for girls, for eating too much, for eating too little…
Continue ReadingThis paper plane that’s on my wrist Flies round and round my clenched fist As steel is pressed upon my skin To spill the things that are within This paper plane that’s on my wrist Can’t stop the ploy of Fate’s cruel twist Can’t stop the feelings of despair Can’t fill my heaving lungs with […]
Continue ReadingDear Self, I haven’t been writing for myself–excuse me, for you–ever since I met the people around my life: family, friends, loved ones, and that special someone. The idea of giving time to myself seemed useless; people needed me even more than I need myself. But time came, and I suddenly see myself slowly falling […]
Continue ReadingYesterday — in one day alone — I received 121 messages from readers who wrote to let me know that All the Bright Places in some way saved their lives or made them feel less alone. Because of the book, they have sought help for their issues, learned to look at others and the world […]
Continue ReadingI don’t really want to be doing this, and if I could stop writing this very second I would. It started like this: I was the kid with a grey hoodie slamming the door at midnight. My mandatory seat in class was near the entrance because I was always late, and it took 4 months […]
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