It took me a long time to admit to myself that I had a serious problem. And even longer to start talking about it publicly (fortunately I was wise enough to seek treatment right away). But I don’t think I have ever gone beyond saying that I was seeing a shrink, took some drugs and had an undefined eating disorder. I thought that people around me either don’t care or would be disgusted by it and me (the way I was about myself). But talking helps, even if it pushes people away (my roommates decided to ‘divorce me’ based on my ‘lack of mental stability’). It makes ‘it’ a reality, acknowledged by others, therefore something I can fight with, not only in my head.
Having turned 30 last year, I cannot really go around hiding my incompetence behind the ‘rookie’ argument. It seems that I’m too old to hold on to… Read more “Imposter Syndrome”
I was asked to write this text as part of Carry On Youth campaign run by Zwolnieni Z Teorii, Social Wolves program, that encourages students and young… Read more “Keep calm and carry on”
[To be precise the Lunar New Year isn’t until mid-February] Christmas sunset on Bali. Right before or right after New Years Eve, I have a habit… Read more “Goodbye Chicken. Hello, Dog!”
“실패는 결과 아니라 과정이다 : Failure is not a result, it’s a process.” This post is contribution to Week of Failure. I first heard these wise… Read more “[Week of failure] How I failed and survived”
This was originally supposed to be a text about being a woman-bartender, but somehow in the thought process of mine it became to all the women and… Read more “On being a bartender”
<Edgar Degas, Dans un cafe: L’Absinthe,1875-6. Musee d’Orsay, Paris> It so happens that one of my recent gigs required me to write up a few short recommendations… Read more “She was sitting there, sipping on her martini : On being a woman and going to a bar alone”