May we find those rare, open doors of people—
The ones where "heavy" doesn't mean "too much,"
Who tell us, even in our brokenness,
We are exactly where we belong.
i think long-term stress changes people quietly. you become less expressive, less excited, more tired, more detached, until one day you barely recognize the version of yourself that existed before survival mode.
Ang pics namo ni Maria might be Instagrammable, but behind them is the hunger we endured to get there. We're okay as long as naay pang gas, bisag mag pastil nalang us pag uli hahaha.
From a high fever with rashes and tonsillitis to a lump in my throat and karun kay swollen feet—I don't even know ngano. April has really pushed tanang illnesses for the year into one month.