About Unwritten
I believe life is a collection of quiet moments; the ones we often rush past, yet remember the most. This is my space to pause, reflect, and write about the things that shape me: leaving one home to build another, learning to carry family love across borders, and finding beauty in everyday rituals. I write the way I live with curiosity, gratitude, and an openness to change. Welcome to my corner of the internet. I hope you find something here that makes you pause, too.
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This entry came from a reader who asked me to write about imposter syndrome. It’s fitting, because I’ve lived with it long enough to know how familiar its voice can sound. Imposter syndrome doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it whispers. You’re not as good as they think you are. You just got lucky. One mistake and…
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When I tell people my partner and I have never once quarrelled, I usually get one of three reactions. A warm smile and “That’s lovely.” A curious, drawn-out “Really?” Or the half-joking shade “That’s not possible,” “Wait till you’ve been together longer,” “That’s not normal.” I’ve realised their reaction says more about them than it…
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I’ve never had lightning split the sky in front of me or a voice tell me exactly what to do. But I’ve had moments that make me wonder. Some call it coincidence. Others call it humanity. Sometimes, the timing feels so precise it’s hard not to think something bigger is at work. Whether you name…
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I’m starting this entry because of a close friend. She’s caught up in something that feels familiar, the kind of heady, heart-racing infatuation that makes you start filling in the blanks before you’ve even checked if the picture is real. Infatuation has a way of making you forget the fine print. You meet someone, feel…
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In every job I’ve had, I’ve learned that your direct boss matters more than almost anything else, sometimes even more than the company itself. They’re the person who decides whether your good work gets noticed or quietly filed away. They set the tone for your day before you’ve even open up your inbox. A supportive…
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You tell yourself it’s just five minutes. Just a quick check; a message, the news, the weather. But forty minutes later, your thumb is still moving and you have no idea what you’ve actually gained. I’ve watched myself do it in bed, commuting, between tasks at work. Sometimes it’s headlines. Sometimes it’s watching strangers rip…
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Most strangers pass through our lives unnoticed. You brush past them on the train, order your coffee, nod politely in a lift. But every now and then, one of them shifts something in you.. a moment so small it’s almost nothing, yet you remember it years later. I’ve had strangers step in for me when…
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I haven’t yet lost someone I love. Not in the way that changes the shape of your days. But through my work fulfilling the wishes of terminally ill patients, I’ve been close enough to feel the edges of it. I’ve stood in hospital rooms where the air felt heavy with things left unsaid. I’ve watched…
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The day Julian proposed is still fresh in my mind, maybe because I’ve rewatched the video countless times. He had secretly propped his iPhone 11 in the corner of the balcony to record it, but the quality was so bad I had to edit it just to make out our faces. The engagement wasn’t a…
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Every time I unlock my phone, Gaza is there. Images that linger, headlines weightier than my device in hand. Opinions pile up so fast that the real story, human lives, is becoming harder to hear. Ironically, I find myself just skipping it through. The airwaves are clotted with outrage, graphic footage, and relentless analysis. Some…
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