I can't believe I forgot to write about this in my 2018 wrap. I'm amazed at myself. There was a time, a few years ago where I couldn't have even contemplated doing something like this. Yet, here I am in 2019 having officially broken up with the biggest social media platform in the world. After … Continue reading I deleted instagram permanently and it’s so awesome
Author: gowrinair1
Gowri. 24. Doctor by profession. Poet & Writer by passion.
2018 wrap
I have drafted so many posts in the last few months and never quite have managed to get round to actually finishing or publishing them. (On the contrary I have spent so much time journalling solo, working on myself, writing for my betterment etc). So I'm incorporating mad speed right now to just get something … Continue reading 2018 wrap
Sertraline
I have written my fair share of blogs, dripping with the sadness, despair and suffering that anxiety and its subsequent depression left me with. Today's post isn't another one of those. Whilst those fragments of written thought have their own part to play as a release valve in those dreaded moments of angst, today's piece … Continue reading Sertraline
Was it worth it?
It's coming up to the last few weeks of FY1 and after a long week of on-calls, the mountain of shit I have to do begins to crumble on top of me, one pellet at a time. So a massive bar of chocolate (no regrets) and two cups of tea later, I find myself muddling … Continue reading Was it worth it?
A compassionate letter to myself
Dear Gowri, Sweetheart, remember this one’s always been inside you. First things first. Seven months on and I think it’s time to wipe the slate clean so let’s begin with an apology. I’m sincerely sorry, my love for what I put you through the last two decades. You never deserved a moment of it. I … Continue reading A compassionate letter to myself
About my new flat mate
So. Recently I’ve undertaken this interesting new adventure of living with this woman. She’s 24, tall, long hair, sometimes funny and always fucking forgets to switch the lights off even when she leaves the flat. She is me. Hello. So after starting work last August I moved back in with my parents for a while … Continue reading About my new flat mate
City of Love
I’m sitting in a small bistro, not far from the Airbnb where Diane’s lovely parents and I chatted away in the kind of broken French my seventeen year old self would be horrified at. The waiter, a tall, brown haired charmer walks to my table and looks straight into my eyes with a sort of … Continue reading City of Love
