Zaid Ismail
@zaidie@zaidismail.com
Author, life coach, and mental health activist. We need to change the narrative from disorders, illnesses, and survival to accountability, understanding, and thriving.
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Know your place
What if it wasn’t about the struggles, but about what we lost sight of that created those struggles? What if 2020 was needed to tamper our arrogance, or to test our gratitude? To remind us of the mortality of our dreams, and the reality of our shortcomings? To give us reason to pause and observe,…
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Farewell, it wasn’t fun
Goodbye to a year that has defined new depths of beauty and pain, and left its mark somewhere adrift between the two, leaving an ambivalence of hope and hopelessness, where once there was certainty. Nothing changes after midnight tonight. But the token of 2021 may give some hope, while the rest brace themselves for a…
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2020: It doesn’t matter
Depleted. That is my word for 2020. After an eventful year, the net effect of this year has depleted my resources physically, and especially emotionally. Even a colourful life such as the one I’ve managed to create for myself could not have prepared me for the year that has passed. I discovered new levels of…
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Time rewrites every line
From my blog post titled Legacy of Beauty, this excerpt resonated strongly this evening. “As time morphs the pain into beauty it also morphs the beasts into angels. Those that manipulate the vulnerable suddenly appear as the downtrodden when their loss of control is lamented as a betrayal of love or affection. I sit with…
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The twins of love and pain
We see in the world around us that which occupies the most space in our hearts. When our hearts are filled with love and affection, we find no place for hate or bitterness. When we hold space in our life for justice for past oppression, we prevent that space from being filled with the love…
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Choose your company…wisely
Choose your company carefully. The peace of mind and sense of belonging for which you yearn could easily turn out to be the reason for your anguish. There is rarely a day that passes without me reading or hearing about someone who invested years, if not decades of their life, to people who were not…