Recently, I haven't felt like writing. When I tried to write something, I felt stuck. I'd sit there in front of a blank screen, swivelling back and forth on my chair. I became quite well-acquainted with the backspace key, never satisfied with anything I created. The

I blinked my eyes and adjusted them to the darkness. Why was it so cold? The tent billowed against me on my right, the gust of wind causing it to curl up. I shivered, pulling my sleeping bag closer to my body and curling like a caterpillar. Although I had

It's been a while, hasn't it? Four weeks since you've heard from me...which is unheard of in the online space. First, you should know that I am alive and well. You should also know that I have not forgotten about this space. This

There was a time when smiles no longer reached my eyes, when I kept a facade because I was worried people could see beyond. I thought I would crumble to pieces, unable to put myself back together again. All I wanted was to curl in a ball and hide away.

28 November 2019. Two years, four months and four days since the last time I saw my grandparents. The next time I write, I will be with them in another country. Over the past couple of years, I have tried to see them multiple times. Somehow, the timing never worked

What do you do when things don't go to plan? How do you respond? Well, I'll tell you how I respond. Once the realisation sinks in and the shock wears off, I start to get irritated. Did this have to happen now? Why couldn't

I've talked about my history with blogging (if you haven't already, make sure you hop on over and check out To Many More Firsts [https://www.sheenawonders.com/to-many-more-firsts/] before you read this post) but I wanted to share a little bit more about my thought

This isn't exactly my first blog but it is my first 'public' blog. Like any teenager in the 2000s, I had my own Bebo and Tumblr account in high school. I know those sites feel ancient now but back then, everyone was on them. My friends