Severing Ties

It was close to two years ago, just around Christmas time, when I had an appointment at AMS ( The Public Employment Service for Vienna ) and my counsellor there suggested I reach out to Frauen beraten Frauen . I did not know what that was and I did not know what was expected of me, so I let the information sit in my folder for months. In March the following year I felt the absolutely urgent need to write down all my concerns in the longest letter, translate it into German an

I felt trapped, frozen in time, when time seemed to be ticking for everyone else, and the only emotion that kept me company was a tremendous guilt for not being able to live up to other people’s expectations.

I'm sitting on my new desk, writing for this same blog that you have stumbled upon at the moment, I'm listening to Anathema 's " we're...

Here is what occupied my mind back in the autumn of 2022. Interestingly enough, history repeated itself this year as well: As the Leaves...

For someone who loves words, I paid a great price to learn that they are worth nothing. Not the good ones, nor the bad ones. Words seem to be a fast-expiring currency—just wind between our teeth, fading ink on paper, or black pixels on a white background, read and forgotten shortly after.