We Live Our Lives Stigmatized

The people who know me are aware that I swore to myself that I would never work in a call center. Ironically, this month marks the fifth anniversary of me working in one. I now have a lot of friends in this industry, and I admire them for that—for working graveyard shifts and being patient... Continue Reading →

Why I Refused Therapy

In one of my previous posts, I shared my battle against general anxiety and major depressive disorder and what I have done to start my journey toward wellness. One step I have taken is to seek professional help. Doing so was both relieving and frightening at the same time: I was ready to become better,... Continue Reading →

of escapism and further

I was fourteen when I realized I didn’t like where I was—Roxas City. Nothing much happened here; it was the same every day. The things I heard on the radio were almost the same, over and over. The same news about the supernatural sightings, news of unexplained phenomena—but no eyewitness to recount the scenarios. It... Continue Reading →

an open letter to people who matter

I have been going through a lot these past few months. I have been preoccupied with a lot of negative thoughts and emotions: unlikely self-doubt, stubborn regrets, recurring insecurities, iniquitous indecision, uncertainty of my own future, and the likes. I haven’t been myself, and I have decided, against my own good reason, not to bother... Continue Reading →

Weltschmerz

You were a stranger, but not really—we knew each other’s names, but we were never introduced, never talked. I was that silent persona walking past you while our eyes locked, and I smiled as I saw you caught me staring. Our secret, stolen glimpses with one another made that strange connection deeper. You knew I... Continue Reading →

Do Not Fall In Love With Me

Do not fall in love with me because I never stay. I always move around. I travel every now and then; I get sent to almost  anywhere, often with no prior notice. You’ll only get to see me for a few days once a month—and it’ll be worth it. I’ll take you to places: movies,... Continue Reading →

occhiolism

I have been moving around lately. Last year, I was only home for three months, and the rest of the year, I was away—I was in three different cities, all for work assignments, even until now. I get to visit home once a month, over a weekend, or I’d have an extended stay of four... Continue Reading →

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