Remy Dhami
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In order to change the future, we must first accept the past.
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I’m Ready To Give Up On A Post-Pandemic World. Here’s Why.
April 2020. The world was in lockdown, businesses were shut (some unlucky few never to reopen), streets were empty, coffee shops looked strange dark and locked. I had never seen this in my life, and dearly hoped I never would again. Onward to January 2021. In my country we had been promised “next year will be better”, over and over and over. But it was no better. It eerily echoed the previous spring. I felt sick and numb with misery, stuck doing lectures for my super-tough law degree over Zoom, crying nightly because I believed I could never graduate with the world like this. I know many people who gained something, a new skill, new hobby, someone managed to start their own business. I didn’t. During the lockdown, the endless days spent alone, trapped in my own head, I seemed to o nothing but lose. Money from being out of my hospitality job, sleep from the crippling insomnia I developed and still havent’t fully recovered from, opportunities, friends, and more importantly, time. Time is the cruellest mistress, which might sound funny coming from a 23 year old (21 when the pandemic began) in usual times, but from a 23 year old who’s lost 18 months of her life, not so. What support did I have in this time? Virtually none, honestly. I was “friends” with someone who was compltely unavailable but expected me to cater to every whim, mental health support teams became utterly exasperated with me, my sleep struggles were a source of amusement for my family and something they frequently lectured me on. Even with things having returned to some semblance of normality, I’ve been able to begin working and attending in person classes again at least, the new threat from Omicron looms far too large. I don’t know what will come next, and I don’t want to fear it, but fearing the unknown is just far too common.
By Remy Dhami4 years ago in Confessions
An Open Letter To My College Bully
Believe it or not, you never truly apologised. That's okay, an apology would mean I'd have to let you back in. You were filled with hatred for me as soon as we met. We maybe had one normal conversation in which you didn't put me down or try to humiliate me in two years. I don't think you knew me then. You sure don't know me now. I don’t know myself anymore either. I tried for a year afterwards to treat you as a friend. Some people can't keep a lid on their true colours; some people can't stop their darkness from beaming through a prism, to appear as a baleful rainbow of a sky clouded over with the isolation and misery they drive into others. I stood, sat, slept and lived under the iron blanket of doubt for too long.
By Remy Dhami5 years ago in Humans
