One might think that I am somewhat obsessed with health. I research all health related topics, I read health related books, I have quite a healthy lifestyle, I talk (a lot) about subjects related to health, I think about it a lot too. I have been diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis a few months ago, and since then, my curiosity for health in general and incurable auto-immune diseases in particular took a drastic ascension. I don’t think that I am the only one like that, though.

Are you #failing? Not performing. Not being enough. Not doing enough. Lacking #success. Not achieving. Not reaching. Not succeeding. Disappointing. Unfulfilling goals and targets and objectives. Failing is sad and frustrating and discouraging. It is heartbreaking sometimes. It is even the end of the world sometimes. Except, maybe, just maybe, it is not. I failed multiple times before. Like, MULTIPLE times. I failed exams and even one class. I failed at least three big times

Self care seems like a trendy word these days, or a popular movement, I should say. Self love, or self care is usually employed to describe practices or rituals or activities executed by a person, with only their well being in mind. It could encompass anything that is done for the simple pleasure of that particular individual. Isn’t it kinda selfish? Absolutely not. As social beings, we are constantly interacting with other humans; at home, perhaps, or at the grocery store, o

The present western society we live in today is boring. Everything (literally everything) is readily available at the click of a button, laziness and quick fixes are prioritized, money and power are acknowledged as success, high levels of education are applauded and the opposite decried… The list of “ good ” things to do and be to fit the common mold could go on and on. But, what if I want to overflow the mold and spill my amazing weirdness all around? That is exactly what I

On June 27, 2015, I not only became a wife. I became a #housewife. And here is my story. In the summer of 2014, my boyfriend had a brilliant idea ; he would apply to a his dream job at his dream company, in the Silicon Valley, California. And he was asking me what I would say if we had the opportunity to move over there, on the other side of the continent. My very spontaneous answer was : '' Yes! '' Because, as you might have learned here, I wasn’t necessarily happy with my l

I was diagnosed with IBS about eight years ago. Actually, diagnosed is a tricky term when talking about irritable Bowel syndrome… In fact, this dis-ease is identified only after multiple tests that allow the gastroenterologist to reject all other options, such as Crohn’s, celiac and other fun, very fun, gastrointestinal problems. Before the diagnosis, I spent at least a whole year bent in half, holding my stomach tight, trying to dissolve my excruciating pain with streams of