What I learned from my month of hell

In July, my life was hell.

In a way, it was a long time coming.

Three months before, I moved back to Malaysia after three years of living in Australia. The decision wasn’t easy to make. In fact,I had spent sleepless nights since July 2014 wrestling with the idea.

Adelaide was quiet, peaceful and gorgeous. But I was terribly homesick and felt that my dreams were struggling to be realised there. In the end, I took the leap. I wanted to return to steadier, more familiar grounds in order to see...