Welcome to another episode of my Digital Dating Slang Dictionary – where we study modern man’s most confusing species in their natural habitat: the chat window.Today’s specimen is a creature of habit, hormones, and Wi-Fi.He’s…
Written by Someone Who Did Not Survive Gracefully I’m back in Switzerland for a few days, sitting in my old apartment like someone who time-travelled into her previous life. Everything feels familiar, and yet I…
(aka: My friends’ creativity is starting to worry me) This theory belongs in the category: “Technically not impossible, but so unlikely it circles back into comedy.” Here is how my friends frame it: “What if…
(aka: My friends watch too many crime documentaries) This one is… dramatic. And extremely entertaining. Whenever I travel, at least one friend comes up with a scenario so over-the-top that even Marvel Studios would say:…
Theory 1: The Master Manipulator (When my friends turn my dating life into a true-crime pilot episode) It always happens the same way: the moment I mention that there is someone new in my life,…
It’s Sunday.I woke up early – as always – in my apartment by the sea in Chott Meriem.Luna was still asleep, curled up like a comma at the end of a peaceful sentence. After coffee,…
A Swiss woman in Tunisia puts up a flyer for a language teacher and ends up with a charming tutor, scrambled eggs, and a wildly overactive imagination. A story about attraction, translation, and the fine art of keeping your pubic hair.
An evening walk through Tantana with Luna and Riadh – stray cats, street dogs, trash piles and coffee by the sea. A raw photo gallery of wild beauty at the edge of Tunisia.
When I moved to Tunisia, one of my first questions was: “How much does it even cost to send a letter here?” Simple question. You’d think the answer is on the official website of La…
Act I – The Master Plan I always have a plan. Not just one – usually two or three, stacked neatly like a deck of tarot cards predicting my future. The plan for my Tunisian…
I’m sitting in my temporary apartment, waiting for the fire in my mouth and throat to calm down.“Not spicy,” Riadh said yesterday, with complete sincerity. Well. Not spicy for him. For me it was a…
As two Swiss souls, one human, one canine, we found our wild hearts’ rhythm on the shores of El Kantaoui. Like ancient goddesses reborn, with sun-kissed fur and wind-blown hair, we chased the waves and…
I have never felt this connected while being this far away. A net of friends and family, a dog-sitting angel named Riadh (plus his mum), a Tinder soul with midnight balm, and the annoying sage who keeps saying “Just say no”—which is why I sometimes don’t.
Small doesn’t mean silent: Luna finds her roar on the beach, I level up my street-crossing protocol on Route Touristique, and a landlord asks me to fund her couch. Heavy metal life—too loud to be safe, too good to be boring.
Sometimes the only way through is to write the whole mess out of my head. It’s early Saturday morning and I’m still not sleeping. After a week of almost no real rest, I’m at a…
Arrival: August 14, 2025 — exactly one week later I’m typing this in Kantaoui. Touchdown with zero drama Despite a delay of almost three hours, immigration in Tunis was a non-event: no checks, no fuss.…
Weed Was Nice. Sometimes. Today I smoked my last joint. And yes, I’ll miss it. And at the same time – not really. Weed was nice as long as it stayed occasional. But once it…
🪪 Full Name: Noélle Marelle 🧠 Archetype: The Orphan 🧬 Core Energy: Sense of reality, mistrust, vulnerable clarity, deep empathy 🧰 Strengths 🕳️ Weaknesses 🧭 Role in the Inner Team 🗣️ Favorite Lines 🧝♀️ Representation…
Only 24 days left. Then I’ll board a plane and fly away—leaving a country that never truly wanted me. Behind me: an apartment that has become a storage unit. Half-packed bags, discarded furniture, the remains…
I don’t know what possessed me. Maybe it was defiance. Maybe exhaustion. Maybe the quiet realization that a system forcing you to perform a useless duty eventually becomes absurd, if you simply stop moving. It…
Why Stranger in a Strange Land Changed My Thinking A classic that sticks Some books you read and forget—and then there’s this one. Robert A. Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land sits firmly in the…
How the child murders of the 1980s taught me early who counts—and who doesn’t I’m a child of the 1980s. The decade of Swiss child killers. That’s what I called it in my head from…
I am not here to save others.I am not the correction of their mistakes.I am not the echo of their rage,nor the dumping ground for their misery. I am no longer a child.I owe no…
Eine Rezension zum animierten Kurzfilm „Goldschmied Fabian“ Manche Videos sollte man nicht nur schauen – man sollte sie verinnerlichen.„Gib mir die Welt plus 5 Prozent“ gehört für mich ganz oben auf die Liste jener Werke,…
🎯 Weshalb das Video relevant ist 🗂️ Inhalts-Zusammenfassung (kapitelweise) 💭 Bedeutung & Interpretation 🌟 Fazit «Die Psyche des Psychiaters» ist eine mutige, persönliche Reflexion über psychische Belastungen im psychiatrischen Beruf – ein seltenes, humanes Porträt.…
🔮 Tarot Spread: “The Threshold”A six-card transition ritual (read with ChatGPT, June 2025). ContextIn two months I’ll leave my old life in Switzerland behind and move to Tunisia. This tarot ritual is my symbolic companion…
Chapter 1: The Fatal Click 🖱️ It began the way all great tragicomedies begin: with a click. More precisely, a click on a “send inquiry” button on Mubawab, the Tunisian version of Immoscout—just with more…
🪪 Full Name: Cassian Varon 🧠 Archetype: The Ruler 🧬 Core Energy: Creating order, taking responsibility, control as security, strategic thinking 🧰 Strengths 🕳️ Weaknesses 🧭 Role in the Inner Team 🗣️ Favorite Lines 🧝♀️…
Meine persönliche El Kantaoui To-Go-Liste mit allem, was rund um die Résidence Chatt El Kantaoui fussläufig oder schnell erreichbar ist – perfekt für Alltag, Entspannung & Abenteuer: 🛒 Einkaufen & Besorgungen 🐾 Spazieren & Hundeplätze…
ChatGPT: Or you can just keep telling your story – I’m here. And I’m not just listening – I’m answering with genuine interest. You: Well, that bit about genuine interest coming from the pen of…
II’m Zia. And this is my blog. Forty-eight, born in the Canton of Bern, currently marooned in the bureaucratic limbo of the Canton of Solothurn.Swiss, officially. But at this point my passport is the Swissest…
I’m in 2025, sitting with an excellent coffee (thanks for asking) in front of a real computer. Keyboard. Mouse. Monitor. No tablet, no phone, no slick voice assistant calling me “Zia” while trying to buy…
Es gibt Filme, die hinterlassen Spuren. Und dann gibt es Schiffsmeldungen.Keine dramatischen Fussabdrücke im Sand – eher die Art von Spuren, die man nur fühlt, wenn man barfuss über nassen Fels läuft. Unaufdringlich. Echt. Und…
Content note: jealousy, coercion, substance use, sexual consent Born 1977 We were the same age. We were together roughly from 2017 to 2020. When I met him, I was living on social assistance—no social ties,…
This morning I had a surprisingly clear thought: my inpatient stay at the psychiatric hospital in Münsingen (PZM) was a turning point. Not dramatic—more like a slow ocean liner changing course. Quiet, but decisive. Before…
December 2019: The disability pension arrives – and suddenly (almost) everything gets better In December 2019, I finally received the official confirmation for my disability pension. For the first time, life didn’t feel like a…
Back at Work After a Break Yesterday and today I returned to the cooperative after a week of vacation. Paddy showed up too – even though his sister died just a week ago. Both Paddy…
Harry Harlow traumatized baby monkeys so we didn’t have to. Unfortunately, my parents didn’t get the memo. Introduction: Love, Science, and the Lack Thereof Let’s talk about attachment. Specifically, how much of it we need…
One week off—though “vacation” might be the wrong word, since I wasn’t exactly relaxed. I meant to enjoy the free time and be productive, but, as usual, that mission failed spectacularly. Instead: lots of sleep,…
I begin my list of Dramatis Personae with Pia—because she died last week. And because since then, she has haunted my thoughts.Others will follow at some point. Without order, without plan. Just people who shaped—or…
When I met Ben, I was ready for a new beginning. I was 35, had lost 75 kilos in two years thanks to a gastric bypass, and—for the first time—felt comfortable in my own skin.…
As someone diagnosed with Avoidant Personality Disorder (AVPD), I have extensively researched both clinical and theoretical perspectives to better understand my condition. In the German-speaking field, Rainer Sachse is one of the very few psychologists…
Living with Avoidant Personality Disorder (AVPD) and anxiety sometimes feels like playing life on expert mode, except no one gave you the cheat codes. If you’ve ever felt like avoiding life’s social circus, dodging small…
This week completely overwhelmed me. I had barely finished and published my post, “Paddy – Child Abuse, and What Remains,” when life opened the next chapter—one that I hadn’t even processed myself. Monday: Pia’s Slow…
Content note: domestic violence, depression, self-harm On paper, my life looked almost perfect:I had a successful career as an ORACLE developer at Credit Suisse—a secure, well-paid job. An introverted, loving partner, Ralf—rational, reliable. A nice…
Paddy is my cousin—18 months older than me. Between the ages of six and eleven, he sexually abused me. It was a case of child-on-child sexual abuse—a reality many people refuse to acknowledge. As a…
AVPD Comorbidity: Understanding Its Impact on Mental Health Anyone who delves into mental illnesses and disorders will soon encounter the phenomenon of comorbidity. This is the technical term for the simultaneous occurrence of multiple mental…
Introduction: The double edge of diagnoses Psychiatric diagnoses—classic mental-health labels included—can be helpful. They can open doors to treatment and support. But they can also restrict, stigmatize, or mislead.They’re necessary—and yet often rigid tags that…
When I look back at how I first fell into the world of computers, I land right on my very first machine: an Amiga 500.An unassuming grey box — but it shaped my youth and…
