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What to Say and Do When Someone Loses a Loved One: 15 Proven Ways to Comfort a Grieving Friend

When my close friend lost her, I had no idea what to say. I worried I’d say the wrong thing, so I said nothing and later realized that my silence made her feel even more...

How a 2 a.m. Phone Call Saved Me

July 19, 2025 | 1:44 am The Call I Almost Ignored My phone buzzed at 2 a.m. I saw the name light up the screen and my first instinct was to let it ring. I was tired, worn out...

The Job I Said No To (That Changed Everything)

August 2, 2025 | 4:12 pm The Offer That Looked Perfect On paper, it was everything I thought I wanted. The title was impressive enough to make relatives nod approvingly. The...

How I Tricked Myself Into Reading Every Night

The Reader I Used to Be There was a time when books were part of my identity. I liked the way people noticed when I carried one under my arm. I liked the small satisfaction of...

How I Learned to Actually Drink Water (Without an App)

I kept “forgetting” water. One lazy trick—one bottle, four rubber bands—made hydration automatic. Here’s how I learned to drink enough water daily...

How I Learned to Stop Doomscrolling Before Bed

My thumb had a bedtime routine: scroll, panic, repeat. A 3‑step “phone bedtime” finally broke it. Here’s how I learned to stop doomscrolling at night...
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P.S. I moved on

PS. I Moved On...

I was 22, studying at an Ivy League school with a promising future in jewelry. I joined every club I could, became president of two, and practically lived in the library. 

In my free time, I shadowed my dad to learn the Gem business. But I wanted something of my own, so I began writing, and sharing my experiences through a small personal blog that I built on the side. 

I thought I had my life planned out until I graduated. My dad told me I couldn't go into the business as it was a male dominated field, and out of panic, I took the first job that came my way. 

After years of sexism, 12-hour work days, and endless steps that left me drained, I realized I was losing myself. I returned to what grounded me most was writing. Not just my own story, but the stories that shape us all.

My name is Amra and I hope you enjoy my stories.

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