Wounds Are Slowly Healing

Now that it’s already December, last month of the year; I can’t help but reflect how different this year has been for me than the previous year. I am definitely less stressed this year, but the stress and anxiety is still there (I doubt that will ever go away). But life is so much better now, that’s for sure. Thank You, God!

Last year, I can’t even sleep properly. I had so much stuff to think about, mostly problems. I was even suicidal. I am just so grateful that this year has been better; emotionally, financially (a little), and mentally.

PHOTOS OF THE DAY 2: Package

Another dull day today. Wasn't able to go out because it was raining, again. On the other hand, I think it was okay too since I was also expecting a delivery today and I really wanted to be the one to receive it.

It's a package from Malaysia. So thankful for my generous angel investor for the new laptop. It will definitely make my job easier. I am also thankful for DHL for their prompt replies to my e-mails, especially to Jaya Nirmal of DHL Malaysia. He went above and beyond to asisst me and the shipper with our concerns. The item arrived safely.

CLOSURE

I never thought I needed closure to a place that gave me (and my entire family) a lot of fears and doubts in life. I didn’t realize that until I was in that very same place, eleven years later. Prior to going there, I was already feeling a lot of things altogether. I was so close to cancelling the trip at the last minute but later on I realized that I have to do it, once and for all.

It was a business trip, but after all the affairs I needed to attend to, I went to see a friend that I haven’t seen for the last eleven years. We were still young girls when we last saw each other and now, she has a family of her own already. Before meeting her, I went to visit Nuestra Señora Virgen de Regla Parish Church. This church has played a big role for my family when we were still living in Lapu-Lapu City. My parents used to be street vendors, just right next to the church and I used to help them there after school, every day.

For a year and couple of months of living in that city, I saw how my parents struggled. It was tough. I can’t believe we survived that time of our lives.

I Feel Like Giving Up

Since I was young, I knew I have a very big responsibility on my shoulders being the eldest daughter of the family. I did everything I possibly could to please my family, especially my parents. I maintained good grades when I was still a student, I avoided getting into a romantic relationships because they think it's a distraction. When I graduated, I immediately started working to support and provide for my family. I was and still am happy providing for their needs. I feel very happy knowing they get what they need and what they want.

Photo grabbed from tinybuddha.com

Whenever I see the smile on their faces, I feel great. Their smiles inspire me to do more. Those smiles takes all my worries away.

Do I Have The Right to Sleep?

It's 3:18 AM and I can't sleep, even though I want to. I'm working on some projects to improve some websites that I have, for them to generate a little more moolah for me. Before you raise your brows because of the title of this post, please hear me out.

If you have read my previous post, you would understand why I am very eager to earn more money. But other than that, there are many more reasons why.

I love sleep. Who doesn't love sleep? I miss sleeping six to eight hours a day. I'm lucky if I get to sleep two to three hours a day. It's actually my rest day today (I mean yesterday, Sunday) and I was looking forward to it. I was like "Yay! Finally, I can catch up and get my well-deserved sleep!" but that didn't happened.

Life... Full of Surprises

Hi everyone! I've been missing in action for months, again. So much has happened in my life outside the internet. Some of it, I am proud of and the rest just makes me sad. In just a matter of seconds, my life changed. No, it's not what you think. I did not get married or got pregnant. I've been contemplating if I should share it here or not... but I decided that I should. I need a breathing room and this blog is perfect for that.

My dear readers, brace yourself because this may just be one of my many dramatic posts.

The sad thing is, nobody ever really knows how much anyone else is hurting. 

We could be standing next to somebody who is completely broken and we don't even know it.