Nia Ilemor

          Everyone will go through this, at some point of their lives. There will come a point in your life when you want to give up. Seriously, it feels a lot easier to just crawl into a cave, and I don’t know sometimes you just kinda, want to, maybe spend your days staring at the ceiling, contemplating your miserable life. Then you thought to yourself, “Wait, my life isn’t exactly miserable. I have a loving family and friends, I have a comfy bed, a stable career, I have Lightwood and Macbeth, books to read, places to go, food to eat, good health, friend with lame puns jokes to laugh at, silly jokes from your students that can amuse you to no end, aaaand many many more blessings!” Then you would go quiet for a few seconds, and start feeling miserable again. For no reason. Then you remembered, right, time to blame the hormones. Must be that time of the month again.           I remember having a conversation with A, where we both kinda agreed that happiness are overrated (well actua

          In trying to overcome the recent longest woeful enigma that I had in my life, I have had way too many conversations with my close friends who attentively listened to my woes, and helped me to locate the sources of the agony so that I could strategize better in fighting against the misery. I do realize that I am very lucky, to have a very supportive social circle who would offer me different perspectives, helping me to further understand myself. It's scary how sometimes, some people know you better that you do. But it's like a good kind of scary because they help you to understand yourself too. I realize that in solving your own dilemmas, you have to be clear with yourself. Oftentimes, people realize that they are feeling sad, but have you ever really sit down, and try to understand the sadness itself? Have you ever try to have an honest conversation with yourself? Ask yourself questions you might refuse to answer to other people. Do you take active effort to get over