Category: My Story
To understand me, you need to know my story.
Is this the end?
Unemployed for the last four and a half months, I have reached the point where I seriously ask myself if I have hit the end of the Scandinavian road. Perhaps th...
Dry September
“I’m terrified of women now,” I said, looking down into my half-empty glass of lukewarm water. Somewhat embarrassed. Mainly sad. “I see,” my therapist said, aft...