Anxiety is a hard thing to live with. When it hits you, it doesn’t go away and it’s not something you can easily ignore. Sometimes, it gets so bad that you feel like you’re paralyzed and there’s absolutely nothing you can do. For some, myself included, anxiety and depression, and/or other mental illnesses go hand-in-hand. Over the course of the past four years, my anxiety has steadily gotten worse due to the increase in the amount of things that stress me out in my life, while my tactics in dealing with it have greatly increased in number, as I don’t take any medicine. Because anxiety is very common and very real, I recruited some people in sharing their tips as well. Have a read! (P.S. Thank you Delaney, Bryce, Amy, and Phoebe for sharing their tips with me).
I was 13 when I started wearing the hijab, on the 3rd day of 8th grade. My mom had taken me to the mall after school, and out of the blue, she looked over and asked me, “Do you want to start wearing the hijab?”
I didn’t answer right away. If I chose this path, I could never go back. I thought about a lot of things in those few seconds, though it felt like hours; I would never be able to show my hair to the rest of the world ever again, and more importantly to my 13-year-old-self, I could never wear capris pants again. But what wasn’t running through my brain were the implications of wearing the hijab, or what my peers and teachers would think of me. My decision, my choice, to cover myself didn’t come from my insecurities or endless overthinking. It came from my heart.
“No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.”
― Ingmar Bergman
Television shows and movies alike are guilty of continually casting the Hollywood standard: a straight, white male. On the exceptionally rare occasion that a woman or a member of the LGBTQ community is cast in a leading role or – god-forbid, a protagonist – national uproar ensues. We have become so accustomed to this Hollywood standard that any sign of a powerful minority or female character launches national debates. This is extremely detrimental to young, impressionable minds everywhere, and confronting the problem is the first step in changing this broken system. The underrepresentation of people of color is another immense problem in the film industry, but that topic is worthy of its own investigation, so this article will focus on the two groups in which I am most invested.
Through the years, women have slowly climbed the Hollywood ladder, achieving new heights previously deemed unattainable, but we are far from the standard that society must reach. In a study published in 2014,
As a child I was a strong activist for animal rights and consistently desired to become a veterinarian and decided to become a vegetarian at the age of eight. Alas, this lasted only three days since the McDonald’s Big Mac was just so tempting, with its crisp lettuce, juicy hamburger, and melt in your mouth cheese, and a large fry just would not cut it for my ravenous hunger. Meat was an exceptionally glorious experience for me and I was unable to give it up. Steak was godsend, chicken was crafted by angels, and bacon was pure heaven. This meat eating lasted up until the age of 18, and boy were those the best 18 years of my life in my consumption of meat.
The women and the wives wearing pastel
dresses at dawn which are hinged at the waist
and who cart their children in company
carriages and stroll amongst the aisles
hunting for frozen happiness that their
husbands expect after their exodus
from the offices toward their warmed
kitchens. But they are void from the
In recent events, there has been a lot of talk about the ideas of forever. With concepts like sustainable energy, a new U.S presidential candidate, and extending life expectancy, the human species is now at a new crossroads we've not reached before. We're being forced to understand a new principle we've not explored previously: the idea of forever.
Yes, we've pondered about "forever" before. Young lovers have whispered the word in each other's ears as the morning sun rises on another day. In school, we're taught that the human senses, desires for companionship and belonging are forever. We are taught to be wary of the finite bounds of life, the infinite fate of death.
Yet, there is one possibility it feels as if we've yet to grasp... What if there is no such concept of forever?
The ocean does not wake up and decide that its tides are going to change direction. For one, the ocean is a collection of collected beings, singular water droplets morphed together by the bounds of polarity and space. It would be quite impossible for each of these individual water droplets to suddenly decide that their direction is going to to shift, and all of those droplets to move in the same direction on an instantaneous basis.
Change is not instantaneous. The day you decide to make things different is not the day that change begins. Though water droplets lack the cognitive ability humans have, if in a hypothetical sense they did in fact decide to change the ocean tides towards a new direction, the amount of time it would take for the change to be uniform is undefined, and easily framed as an extensive process.