A little bit about me:

I told myself I’d never write a blog. Firstly, because literally everyone has a blog and secondly, I convinced myself no one would be interested in what I had to say. But as my Instagram posts became longer and my willingness to be vulnerable grew, I decided to venture into the world of bloggers and their dogs.

I decided I would share my story. 

When I was 14 years old, I suffered a traumatic incident where I was physically assaulted with a knife. After three surgeries, thirty-or-so days at Sunnybrook Hospital, and three months of rehabilitation, I was given a pat on the back for a speedy recovery. Although I regained most of my physical abilities fairly quickly and the evidence of my surgeries began to fade, I knew that “recovery” was still quite far away for me. As a result of the trauma, I live with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

As an aspiring medical student, most people have the impression that I always have it “together”. That is not the case. I have had thoughts of, and attempted suicide. My eating disorder caused me to be hospitalized. I have received 9 years of therapy, and I’ll likely have more because recovery is an ongoing process. But that isn’t why I decided to create this blog.

I decided to create this blog because I am proud of me.

I am proud of myself for surviving, and sometimes even thriving. I am proud of myself for being vulnerable and sharing my story. I am proud of choosing recovery.


“Accidentally Vegan”

If you’ve been around me since March, you’ve probably heard me use the term “accidentally vegan” (foods not created intentionally to be marketed to vegan eaters) more than a few times. People often tell me that becoming vegan would be incredibly challenging and expensive, and it definitely can be if you think Whole Foods is …


Sher in Punjabi, Hindi and Urdu, means lion, an animal often used to symbolize bravery. #TheSherProject is focused on brave people sharing their stories to help raise awareness for mental health in the South Asian community.
Mental illness is not a choice. It can affect anyone, of any age, race, gender or religion.

Managing triggers

I hope reading this post sheds light on the inner battles that some of us face on a daily basis. If anything at all, I hope this helps to explain why I likely won’t try to console you after your late night run to Mickey D’s.

inspiration behind the diaries

I remember the first time someone called me resilient.

It was like what I imagine discovering your superpower would feel like.

Suddenly, I felt invincible. I believed that no matter what, I would be ok.

I felt hopeful because I knew that even if things got dark, I would still push through.

I felt proud that as much as life tried to break me, I always had a little more strength to piece myself together.

So these are those diaries. Those moments of darkness, of falling, & of breaking.

But also, those moments of light, of picking myself up, & of putting me back together.


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