• Friends,  Positivity,  Ruminations,  Self-care

    On the importance of kind words

    Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.
    So the saying goes. It’s garbage because I personally know many people who have been hurt by words alone, and also those who hurt other by speaking. The way we talk to each other has a powerful impact on the impression we make and the relationships we create and maintain.
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  • Depression and anxiety,  Ruminations

    You can endure

    The moment you got home to your apartment, you curled up on the floor. Fully dressed, you lay there prone for what felt like hours. You wanted to wipe off your make-up, to get undressed, to take a shower, but everything felt like it took too much strength. You didn’t even make it to your bed. You watched the afternoon light fade, and when it got dark, you finally worked up the energy to flip the light switch.
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  • Friends,  Mental health,  Sadness

    Bipolar? Or just plain batshit insane?

    Today was pretty good. In fact, it was a great day, compared to the last few weeks.
    Because my mom commuted with me, I spent zero pesos on fare and rode a taxi to UST (like a boss). I spent the morning with my beloved friends Gab and Kat, with whom I had serious heart-to-heart talks while eating Sausage McMuffins and hash browns.
    The day turned out swell: two of our professors were out so we got dismissed early, I chipped in PHP20 for a pizza but ate three slices (greedy bitch), and really just had fun with my barkada.
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