Here Is the Real Problem With Being a Nice Person
There is a fine line between being a good person and not being authentic First up, today’s post is a…
Coffee Notes from a Fringe Mind
Thoughts and reflections about me, my blog, and whatever is on my mind.
In this category, you can learn some of the inner workings of the blog. You can read boring, technical details, and experiments. And you can also get glimpses about me and my own life, with all its ups and downs.
There is a fine line between being a good person and not being authentic First up, today’s post is a…
Your Mental health depends on the delicate balance of letting go and staying productive You know, depression can have many…
Historically, Berlin has long been a destination for bohemians and confused existences. There are few places where you can find so many people with so much emotional baggage in such a confined space.
If you had asked me in 2013 whether I would ever run a half marathon across a highway bridge with a view of the Baltic Sea, I probably would have thought you were crazy. In fact, at the beginning of August 2013, the idea of wearing running shoes was still a distant dream.
The assumption is, that through work, and dedication all your wounds heal and your emotional baggage eventually disappears.
For myself, I have come to a different realization.
Self-love is important. I truly sucked at it when I first started therapy. I have come a long way since. But sometimes, I still fail at it.
In the last couple of weeks, I found it hard to focus. It has been increasingly difficult for me to juggle all my activities. And I found myself lacking time to practice self-care. If my therapy sessions have brought me to one conclusion, it is that this is a warning sign.
What happens, if I get booted off the platform? It is not an impossible scenario. Writers who write about social and political issues easily can get on the wrong side of people, and platform algorithms. We have seen this plenty of times on Social Media platforms.
I haven’t been on Social Media for days. No feelings of loss transpired. I was born in 1982. This makes…