Perspectives

I peered through the sidelight windows, seeking any indication of who these people might be: a flag, a sticker, even an item of clothing.

"I would like everyone to have a good death but we can’t achieve that unless we as a society stop whispering and start talking about it."

I drifted away from Kiskeya and with it, part of myself.

So I give up. I would turn off the lights, bury myself under layers of blankets, and soak my pillow with tears till I fall asleep.

I felt confused about how I could apply my writing skills as a science major. To me, science and writing seemed like two different worlds.

I was initially apprehensive of these ideas, given that I was so used to understanding myself as a patient of Major Depressive Disorder.

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The pain increases the anxiety, and the anxiety increases the pain in a vicious cycle.

I would tear up, lower myself to the ground, and hug myself — desperately grasping to root myself back in reality.

In more extreme cases, education has kept many South Asian women from being married off.