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Millennial, noncommittal romantic, walking the tightrope between hope and depression. Sounds like you too? I’ll write something for both of us.

After hitting the ‘Publish’ button many times last month, here are my thoughts on earnings, curation, and the growing pains of being a new writer.

Photo of young woman holding a plant.
Photo of young woman holding a plant.

With April now behind us, I’m sad to think that the challenge I had made for myself has now come to an end. At the beginning of the month, I had announced that I’d be returning to Medium full-force in order to revive my love for writing.

It was definitely a hard process some days, but very exciting and fulfilling on most. …


Prepare for my redemption arc, will it be yours too?

I want to be honest. 2021 is my Year of Honesty. Here’s where I screwed up.

A girl sits on her sofa bed holding a potted plant.
A girl sits on her sofa bed holding a potted plant.

I joined Medium about 5 years ago and never wrote anything, just imagining that I one day would. It wasn’t until last year that I decided to return during the summer of the pandemic. I wrote a total of 8 articles and only about 3 of them I actually liked. But after a month, I didn’t return when I had other writing obligations. Unfulfilling school assignments and failed job applications took away my confidence and creative mojo.

I bet each bit all sounds familiar…


As I enter the last year of my 20s, here’s what 2020 taught me.

Tomorrow is my birthday and as I enter the final year of my twenties, I wanted to write a piece that would be cathartic for both of us.

Birthdays are hard enough when you’re looking back on your past self compared to where you currently are, and they’ve been especially tougher these days since we’re all stuck indoors.

But as I reflect on the past year, I realize that in all the bad that the past twelve months have brought me, a lot of good was also hidden within. …


Would you be able to answer if I asked you?

Two men hugging each other inside a bar.
Two men hugging each other inside a bar.

Hi friend. Today’s story is a sombre one. While I’m still finishing up the next one with a more lighthearted tone, here is a guessing game that I want you to play if you’ve got the time. It involves my current life and what you think is gonna happen next. Ready? Here it goes:

Yesterday, my friends needed me to answer a question, and I texted the regular group chat back that I wasn’t feeling mentally up to it so I would respond the next day.

Then I spent the entire day:

  • Wrapped in my faux wool blanket
  • Twice napping…


And their secret cult is partially to blame.

Screenshot of a cartoon: A redhead woman is standing behind the counter of a pizza shop. A pepperoni pizza in a box hovers in the air with the label “Good Pizza, Great Pizza!” above the counter.
Screenshot of a cartoon: A redhead woman is standing behind the counter of a pizza shop. A pepperoni pizza in a box hovers in the air with the label “Good Pizza, Great Pizza!” above the counter.

Pretend for a moment that everything you want to do in life is erased and replaced with one dream: “I want to make and eat pizza”. So you quit your semi-comfortable life to open a tiny pizzeria in the middle of town. It’s janky looking, you own one oven that cooks at the same speed it takes paint to dry, and your competitor across the street likes to come over and laugh at how ugly your pies are.

But customers who dare to come in always leave with a smile and an encouraging tip, believing that you might be great…


Let me help you save yourself two hours of heartbreak

Hey, friend. Ever thought about the list of the things you’ve forgiven your friends for doing over the years? I know I have mine. For example, it includes forgiving them for:

— Being inconsistent.

— Being a little messy.

— A little rude.

— For changing.

— For no longer being compatible.

But there is one thing that cannot be forgiven.

Frankly, it should not be tolerated. Period.

Friends hurt each other from time to time, it’s natural. Sometimes we say or do something that invades someone's personal space or crosses an invisible boundary. We get offended or hurt and…


Or, why being just ‘okay’ still means you’re the best.

Greyscale photo of a crowd crossing the street.
Greyscale photo of a crowd crossing the street.

Here’s the thing: Some of us just aren’t good at anything — not, everything. I mean anything.

Some of us are just mediocre at most, decent at best, and that’s it. We’ve hit the plateau in so many jobs, skills or hobbies while others around us just skyrocket. “There’s no competition, your personal growth will be rewarded.” But then their stats keep getting higher and ours remains the same. We feel our energy and drive erode. Some of us feel left behind.

Some of us just don’t get better at the things we do or like to do. We’ve tried…


A top point of discussion that I needed to write about.

A side-by-side photo of a young Prince Philip (left) and an old Prince Philip (right).
A side-by-side photo of a young Prince Philip (left) and an old Prince Philip (right).

“No shit, really?” That was my first reaction when I read that Prince Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh, was dead at 99 this morning. I honestly didn’t think he would die yet. I thought he would make it to 100-years-old at least. Twitter confirmed it. National news confirmed it. All the fanfare on Tumblr proceeded, and it became too real, as did the emotions surging through me.

Prince Philip was a household name growing up. My dad is from the Commonwealth and my mom has always been a royal watcher. The Duke of Edinburgh is generations apart from me —…


The top reason why you’re not levelling up: You lack grace.

A young woman in a business suit is sitting and watching two women talk. She has a blank look on her face.
A young woman in a business suit is sitting and watching two women talk. She has a blank look on her face.

This story is for the people who don’t like their job, not for the ones who do.

If you’re like me, you’ve spent a lot of time at a job earning decent bank, but wishing you could earn it in some other way. You’ve looked at all those content creators online or all those side business owners with a tiny dark cloud forming over your head. They spend their free time, or all of their time, creating what they want and they actually get money and recognition for it? …


And not the smooth, flat ones that are easy to balance. But the jagged, uneven rocks that are wobbly and difficult to stabilize.

A picture of standing stones known as cairns.
A picture of standing stones known as cairns.

It’s like building a cairn. Someone takes hours to construct those standing stones with the quietest patience. Every step takes so much effort, but the slightest mistake can make it all come down. And moderate to severe depression waiting to take over. This is what mild depression feels like to me.

But building while struggling with mild depression shouldn’t always have to feel like this.

Cairns are beautiful when they’re finished. They sit in raw, imperfect form…

Abby Cheval

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