Exploring mental & spiritual health with a dash of goofiness. Scrambled thoughts.
I had been caught in a platitudinous celebration of Women’s Day for a long time. Like really long, two decades maybe. They never explained us at school what March 8 really meant, instead, we were encouraged to (...)
A couple of days ago, I was chatting with a friend about the labyrinthal path to self-confidence, dragging through it and having to deal with its sinuous serpentines, flooded lanes, gloomy caves, soggy mud-holes. (...)
They say that the age of personal essays is over. Well fuck them.
London is a scary place. It’s like a pair of glasses that you don’t (...)
It was the 14th of February 2003 and there he stood, tall and looking sheepishly at the door of my grandparents’ house with a fleecy, heart-shaped stuffed toy.
If feelings had different colors, I would definitely be the Coastal Scents 252 Color Ultimate Eye Shadow Palette. As Feist says, I feel it all. I almost feel pregnant (...)
some mornings I wake up to a different time in history
a different place from what I already knew is there (...)
“Once you can tell a story - you can find people with similar stories and you can build a community. I guess writing is a tool for me to find people.”
Ever since I’ve started to share photos on HI5 (a social media network from the Pleistocene era) I’ve been fascinated with the connection between self-expression, identity and image. (...)
I had this thought the other day, why am I running in the underground when I could enjoy the sunshine somewhere?!
Did you notice that facebook has now got a setting that lets you choose a legacy contact just in case you die? (...)
I find myself once again in the panic attack room, sitting as still as I can with an angel on the right shoulder and with a devil on the left one. This scene is familiar to everybody, (...)
I've been single before, but never in my thirties. In fact, when I moved to London I had recently broken up with my first girlfriend ever. I was 28...
WELCOME TO HEARTBRUNCH, a creative, judgement-free space where we explore mental & spiritual health with a dash of goofiness.
Running between languages and cultures, we're trying to figure out scrambled thoughts, anxiety lattes, whole grain gender issues and relationship smoothies. Inviting you to join in from wherever you are and share whatever's in your cookbook!
When I write, I do it in a pretty unorthodox way: nesting in the couch, with my notebook as a faithful lapdog, a dozen of pens, a cup of cooled coffee, and a hodgepodge of post-its (...)
I remember being a curious kid, eager to absorb everything and he always treated me not as a little girl, but as a human in progress: he respected my choices, he praised my curiosity and he never told me that I couldn’t do something because of my gender.(...)
I’ve been diagnosed with MVP (mitral valve prolapse) two years ago. Statistic show that 2 – 3 % of the population has it. While it can be risk-free, (...)
When the category « No sex and the city » was still in our brain’s belly, I was discussing with Diana about the most fervent subjects related to love life...
This time last year I was digging Insecure, one of the most empowering shows I’ve ever seen. I completely and irreversibly fell in love with the story, the characters and the music (...)
"We are so focused on criticizing the way it looks, that we forget its main functions: skin both protects us and gives us the opportunity to experiment sensations."
“Although the effects of the insanity of the egoic mind are still visible everywhere, something new is emerging.”
One of the reasons I cherish late December days is the frostiness of the air that stops dead the oily secretions of my sebaceous glands. It’s a Christmas miracle: (...)
The winter solstice or the rebirth of the Sun has always been celebrated and marked in the wheel of life as the shortest day of a year. Today, the hours of daylight are at their least (think 7 hours and 49 minutes).