• › Finding My Old Blog After 9 Years | Memories, Old Photos & Who I Used to Be

    Looking back at an old blog from 2017, old selfies, forgotten memories, family, grief, growing older and the person I used to be..

    Having a best friend who stalks my old blog — okay, not stalks, but checks it from time to time — is actually hilarious.

    I had completely forgotten about it. Not the blog itself, but the name of it! Until she sent me the link.

    Oh my god.

    I wrote on that blog last time on December 1, 2017. That is almost 9 years ago.

    Going through the posts, seeing the pictures and reading a bit was a roller-coaster of emotions. Sometimes I laughed and sometimes I fought not to shed tears.

    Reading about when I was learning Arabic, dealing with my mom’s cancer, my dad’s death and so much more… it really brought back a lot.

    One thing I found absolutely hilarious was all the old photos of myself. WAOW! Holy… I don’t even know — cheese? 👀

    Oh well. I was NOT ready for it.

    I had completely forgotten about my “signature” selfie style. The makeup. The poses. Oh lord, how embarrassing!

    Mind you, that blog had over 150 subscribers/followers that I called “ghosts” because I was obsessed with Halloween back then and I’m still obsessed with Halloween now. 😂

    So at least 150 people saw those photos. I eventually closed down that blog because there was a lot going on in my personal life. I had no energy. Nothing to write about that felt worth writing about.

    Not that EverFlow is much better…Haha!



    These are a few of the pictures I found of myself on that blog and I am laughing so hard at myself.

    Like… wow. How?!

    My best friend said I looked older back then and I’m like: “Excuse me?” She said I should take it as a compliment that I look “younger” now.

    She’s weird… I know. 😂

    Anyway, have fun.

    Enjoy these 9 horrible photos of me from when I was 26–27 years old. Yup. i was almost 30 and walked around looking like that. I’m turning 36 now and barely wear makeup anymore.

    What a journey and roller-coaster of thoughts, feelings etc 😂🖤



  • › Things I Wish People Talked More About — Behind Closed Doors

    Not every struggle is visible,  and not every smile tells the truth



    Today, the world is all about “me, me, me,” money, fame, views, likes, followers, becoming an influencer — which honestly means nothing to me.

    What I have noticed is that people don’t talk enough about mental health struggles, bullying, and how deeply those things can affect a person. People are often too afraid to be open about their real life — the struggles, the pain, the things happening behind closed doors. Not everyone fights demons, but you get what I mean.

    That’s one reason why I am so open about these things. It’s nothing to hide.

    No, I’m not trying to be one of those influencers, advocates, or whatever it’s called.

    In EverFlow, as I’ve written in the sidebar, this blog/home is a place where I keep things raw and authentic — no sugarcoating.

    One thing I have noticed about depression is how people sometimes distance themselves from you, almost as if depression is contagious. Adult loneliness (and yes, this happens to children and teens too, but I’m speaking from adult experience here) can be incredibly hard. Constantly struggling alone, having no one to talk to, no one to have those deep conversations with.

    When in public or around friends, many people with depression tend to mask everything. They act happy, joke around, and behave as if nothing is wrong. But once that shell comes off, they can fall into a very dark place. Sometimes they cry. Sometimes they feel completely numb.

    Depression doesn’t always look depressed.

    You can smile.
    You can laugh.
    You can work.
    You can joke around.

    And still struggle deeply with your mental health.

    Mental health struggles aren’t always about depression either — it’s a broad area.

    Personally, I struggle with poor mental health for different reasons: grief, trauma, and other painful experiences. One major way it affects me is my energy.

    Most people know me as happy, joking Emma — and often that is genuinely me. But the exhaustion is hard to explain. I feel tired all the time, even after sleeping. Sometimes I have no energy to do anything and have to force myself through the day.

    Some days are good. Some days are bad.

    And that’s not just me — that’s reality for many people.

    Mental exhaustion and physical exhaustion often go hand in hand. Some people only have enough energy to do one thing before they completely crash. My best friend / cousin calls this the “spoon theory.” You start the day with a limited number of spoons — each task costs spoons. Sometimes one single thing drains all of them.

    And when you’re out of spoons, you’re out.

    Another side effect mental health has had on me is memory issues. This is extremely hard both for me and the people around me. Sometimes people brush it off or assume I’m exaggerating.

    But I’m not.

    I can ask the same question ten times and get the same answer ten times. For me, my brain can feel like a goldfish — I hear it, I listen… and then suddenly, it’s gone.

    One thing my best friend once said that stayed with me is that many people with depression become experts at masking reality by saying, “I’m fine,” while carrying something much heavier inside.

    Some people struggle with suicidal thoughts — I was one of them.
    Some people struggle with self-harm — I was one of them.

    These are things happening behind closed doors.

    Often, no one knows until it’s too late.

    Many people with poor mental health hide who they really are because they’re terrified of becoming a burden. They mask out of fear — fear of judgment, rejection, pity, or being treated differently.

    Toxic relationships, family problems, trauma, gaslighting, bullying, grief, shame, and self-hatred are just some of the many things that can contribute to mental struggles.

    So remember this:

    Just because someone smiles, works, jokes, and shows up doesn’t mean they are okay.

    Not everyone shows what is really going on.

    I know I didn’t.
    And truthfully, I still don’t show everything — out of fear.