by Nina Ajdin Over the past few weeks, I’ve been sharing pieces of something that has been slowly taking shape inside me for years. At first, I thought I was simply writing about chronic illness. About topical steroid withdrawal. About grief, trauma, sensitivity, survival. But underneath all of those experiences was a deeper pattern, a…
Why healing must make room for medicine, meaning, and the whole person. I grew up in Sarajevo. There is a place in that city known as where East meets West. Stand facing one direction and you see Ottoman influence. Turn the other way and it becomes Austro-Hungarian. The change is visibly immediate. I knew of…
The air is different now. Clearer. Like there was a storm before, or fog — and the world finally settled enough for me to breathe again. Everyone is asleep. The house is quiet. And for the first time all day, I can hear myself. Not the version of me responding to people. Not the version…
Part One of The Layers of a War I don’t remember getting on the bus. I only remember the man who got on after us. He was big in the way that men with guns are big, not just in body, but in the space they take from everyone else in the room. A ski…
