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Went out to jog with friends tonight.They jogged. I walked. My head has been foggy lately and I did not realize how much I needed to move. Even just walking helped. Breathing helped. Being outside helped. I joked, “Bakit tayo umabot sa ganito?” because we used to just eat and sit and talk. Now we… Read more
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Tonight, a realization dawned on me as I spent time with a friend. She spoke about suicide, not casually or carelessly, but with seriousness and compassion. She talked about the kind of friends she wants to have and choose to stay with, the ones who care deeply, who take mental health seriously, and who show… Read more
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I did not process the breakup right away. December was too full. The holidays were overwhelming and I was holding on to my manuscript like it was the only steady thing I had. I kept moving because I had to. I did not give myself the time to sit with what ended. Now that things… Read more
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I would have accepted a no, a maybe next time, even a tired emoji. What hurt was the absence of basic courtesy. Being left on read in a shared space feels like being erased mid-sentence. This moment clarified something I’ve been circling for a while. I’ve been meeting people with thoughtfulness while quietly accepting avoidance… Read more
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Lately, I have been sitting with the idea that expectation often grows in the same places where effort has been quietly given. I tend to show up fully, in my work, in my presence, in the way I create for people. Time, energy, intention. These are not casual things for me. I often give them… Read more
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I cringe when my old self romanticized time machines. I used to believe that going back would fix what went wrong, as if love only needed better timing or a second try to become whole. I thought the past was something I could revisit and rearrange, not something I needed to grieve. What we forget… Read more
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Eighteen years ago, a car accident almost erased this life. If luck wasn’t on our side, I wouldn’t have grown older, met people who changed me, lost some, loved some, healed, broken, started over, or learned how to sit with my own thoughts at 3 a.m. That day became a quiet dividing line. Before it,… Read more
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When history says, “Watch out when you’re only visible in the quiet rooms.” I learned something about myself recently. I still flinch at comparisons, even when I know better. Put two moments side by side and my mind starts assigning value like it’s a reflex. Louder feels better. Shinier feels chosen. Old software, still running in… Read more
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A love that costs you your peace eventually asks for too high a price. Familiarity is not safety. Read more
This is my bubble.
