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I thought I’ve made it a tradition to write about my birthday in this blog, just like Eid. But apparently I haven’t. Probably because my past 2 birthdays were a bit sad. I was either being depressed/burnt out, or had to deal with the aftermath of a divorce. However, somehow, last year I told myself … Continue reading 33

A letter to my therapist

Hi, It’s been almost a year since our last session. And what a year it has been. I remember being so freaked out about my thesis. And how I was so scared that I might not make it. Yet here, I am today. A PhD. Some things have happened since our last conversation. The thing … Continue reading A letter to my therapist