Then, the moment I'm home alone, everything comes rushing back. It's exhausting carrying something I can't explain, and it's been taking a bigger toll on me than most people realize. 😞
I don't expect people to understand what I'm going through because I don't even fully understand it myself. I go out, smile, laugh, and try to enjoy the moment, but the thoughts never really leave. They stay quietly in the back of my mind.
It feels unreal, my first month hitting X digits. But I’m just getting started. I’m driven by a bigger purpose - to create the life my mom truly deserves. This is only the beginning.
Malayo pa pero malayo na. Thanks G 🙏🏻
Working two shifts a day is exhausting - physically and mentally. But I keep going because I’m chasing something that means so much to me. It’s hard now, but I believe every sacrifice will be worth it in the end.
As what I always say, LABAAAN! 💪🏻
Still, patience has its limits, and I can feel myself approaching mine. I just hope that this time, I’ll finally receive a clear and accurate diagnosis, an answer that will allow me to move forward with clarity and peace.
Since the day I landed my first job, I've committed myself to growing holistically. One principle I've always upheld is being decisive and taking full responsibility for any choices I make, especially those that affect not only myself but the people around me.
Over time, I’ve come to learn that not every situation demands an immediate answer. This realization taught me patience, a quality I’ve gradually developed.
I hate how anxiety and sadness hit out of nowhere especially knowing I could be in a better place if life didn’t keep crashing in just as I start to rebuild my confidence again.