04/06/2026
Some people might think, “Nabuang na or naadik sad ni siya sa Pickleball.”
But if playing pickleball helps a mom like me breathe a little easier…
If it gives me moments of peace in the middle of anxiety…
If it helps lighten the weight of stress and quiet the noise of overthinking…
If it slowly pulls me out of the days when I feel low…
Then yes - call me crazy, call me addicted.
Because sometimes, healing doesn’t look like silence or rest.
Sometimes, it looks like showing up, moving your body, laughing, and choosing yourself—one game at a time.
nabuang/naadik na sad ko… pero at least, I’m healing. 🥹
Thanks to my husband for supporting me. ❤️🥰
