5 de julho, 2021 Então, querem vulnerabilidade? Eu dou-vos vulnerabilidade. Não foi um mar de rosas. Deixar o desporto que fazia parte do vosso dia a dia: não foi mesmo um mar de rosas. Nove meses depois. Aconteceu. O medo, a ansiedade. As dúvidas. …

10 de janeiro, 2021 Tenho evitado. Tenho resistido à tentação de sair da conversa de grupo da equipa, deixar de seguir amigos atletas das redes sociais, e até de dar uma olhadela no levantamento da malta do ginásio antes de ir para o meu canto. Sou uma mentirosa. …

3 de fevereiro, 2020 Há uns meses comecei a ponderar. Ponderei e decidi. É uma decisão que não foi tomada de leve. Precisei de algum tempo para realmente dar este passo e dizê-lo, em voz alta, escrevendo-o naquela língua que para mim tanto tem de impessoal como de pessoal. Até…

So, you want vulnerability? I’ll give you vulnerability. It’s not a bed of roses. Letting go of the sport that made up a big part of your daily life — it’s really not a bed of roses. Eight months later. It happened. The fear, the anxiety. The sadness. The grief…

Ouvi dizer que o amor te tinha levado, e juro, não acreditei. Nem quis acreditar. Até parece que eras fácil de apaixonar. Talvez até sejas e eu é que fui ingénua. Ou cautelosa. Ou talvez demasiado medrosa. Sei lá. …

People like me, we love in a voluntary confinement and avoidance to verbalize — so we don’t put our hearts on the line, so we minimize risk. But it is because I loved you so quietly that I often judge and hate myself. — October 9th, 2020 Dear grandma, I don’t know where you are, but I know I don’t have an address to send you this letter. I don’t know if you can feel anything, but I’ve got to pour my heart out somewhere in hopes that somehow, you can.

When I heard about domestic violence, I wasn’t told it wouldn’t be painful. I wasn’t told it could make you feel peace and ease. I wasn’t told you would feel like you can finally trust someone and not be misunderstood. I wasn’t told that it would make you feel like in a world of 7 billion people, you are seen. — When I heard about domestic violence, I wasn’t told it wouldn’t be painful. I wasn’t told it could make you feel peace and ease. I wasn’t told you would feel like you can finally trust someone and not be misunderstood. I wasn’t told that it would make you feel like…

It was just another weeknight for Jessica. She had finished dinner, and she was getting ready to sit on the couch to watch something, as she always did. — If you’ve been aware of the news lately, you’ve most likely heard of the case of Sarah Everard, a 33-year-old woman who disappeared as she was walking home in Brixton, south London on the night of March 3rd. This story has triggered a movement across all social media, as women…

In a world of 15-second stories and reels, sun-kissed skin filters, one-click-away follows, cryptic emoji combo communication — there is something that makes us human. — A few years ago I read an interview about Artificial Intelligence in which Australian anthropologist Genevieve Bell mentioned that “Humanity’s greatest fear is about being irrelevant”. At that moment of my life, I was going through what is popularly known as an existential crisis, so I was highly hypervigilant on…