Fifteen years ago, I was stacking boxes on the night shift of a Melbourne warehouse, still convinced that life would finally start when I perfected it—when my bank balance, body‑mass […]| Hack Spirit
There’s something about the aftermath of a conversation with a manipulative person that feels like emotional jet lag. You replay the exchange in your head—wondering if you misread it, overreacted, […] More| Hack Spirit
The bell rings, lockers clang, and somewhere between the quadratic formula and the Treaty of Versailles we quietly inherit a script about success: memorize, test, repeat. Decades later, many of […] More| Hack Spirit
