It seems as if every time I walk into the ARC to work out, I’m either a witness to or participant in a cringe-worthy social moment. After three years of this madness, I can’t tell if I’m the problem or if the ARC is cursed.Continue...
Overthinking has absorbed my university life. I find myself bound by standards for and perceptions of myself—and sometimes it goes overboard.Continue...
A lot of people hate running. It’s not the easiest sport to like—it can feel boring, interminable, and even painful. However, growing up, my dislike of running went a bit deeper than most.Continue...
Home to Student Wellness Services, the La Salle building sits at the very bottom of Queen’s campus, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of student life.
I can’t remember a time when mental illness wasn’t a part of my life. From a young age, depression and anxiety permeated almost every aspect of it.Continue...
