A short essay on living a quiet and mindful life.
The last time I saw my father, I was about thirty-five.He was wearing a long-sleeved blue shirt, cancer-skinny, tall. An essay on death and losses in life.
A micro essay to remind ourselves to value moments and value the present.
Essay on two major life lessons I’ve learnt in going through difficult circumstances.
A short essay on carving space in our heart for God.
Grief and pain left undealt doesn’t go away.
I was always quite sure of myself. In the recent season, I’m not so sure.
The most important thing we can do to support a grieving or hurting person is to offer presence and patience. No one should have to go through pain alone.
Here’s a guide of what not to say to a grieving or hurting person
The haematologist said that my husband can opt to “watch and wait” for his lymphoma treatment. An essay on struggles of life.