The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
I stopped tracking my reading on Storygraph. I just pick up my ereader and read whatever I feel like at the moment. It feels very liberating.
I was so fed up with reading streaks, goals, monthly wraps and all that. Now I just read. No pressure, no goal, no shame.
Having antagonists in Senegalese tv shows end up being mentally ill as karma for being evil only reinforces negative stereotypes about mental illnesses and is very lazy writing… In this essay I will—