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There's a new epidemic in town. It's not what you think. | I’ve noticed a cultural trend these past few years, in which Gen Z is becoming increasingly more obsessed with labels. When every feeling needs a self-diagnosis attached, we risk cheapening words that carry serious weight.

This morning, you asked me how I was doing, and my life flashed before my eyes. It felt like one of those movie moments, when the car veers off the road, and the protagonist is left staring wide-eyed into the fast-approaching headlines.

I love the concept of parallel worlds: that there exist alternate universes which spin in synchrony with our own, different by fractional or exponential magnitudes. As I grow older, I’m realizing that in a polarized world, the multiverse becomes real—just not in the way we might think.

Sometimes, taking risks will reward you with the best memories of your life. Other times, they’ll leave you in a foreign airport, crying ugly tears to a Boomer with cigarette breath. Mine gave me both. I think that's a trade-off worth accepting.

I’ve always been fascinated by intrusive thoughts. They are paradoxes; the more we resist, the louder they become.

My struggles with anxiety compounded until I reached a breaking point last year. My 100 hours of therapy changed my life. This is the story of how I stopped living for others’ approval—and started loving who I already was.

I spent years trying to hide my depression from everyone in my life. Something needed to change. So in July 2024, I took an indefinite leave of absence from university to prioritize my mental health.