Sticky Note

20/01/2026

After all, here I am, starting again.
Putting words into this document, wondering, “Is it okay to start over?”
I am back to zero. I thought 2025 was my breakthrough year.
Then suddenly, everything steps back.
The pain of overwhelming emotion returns.
The journey of knowing myself feels off track.
I am lost now.

Where do I begin, again?

27/11/2025

Inside each of us lives two wolves.

One wolf lives in fear, loud, restless, always warning you of what could go wrong.

The other stays quiet. Not gentle, not loving—just silent. Patient. A wolf that watches, waits, and awakens only when you finally give it the space to rise.

This is different from the Cherokee story I read, where the second wolf is the wolf of love.

Mine isn’t. And maybe yours isn’t either.

For people who’ve felt small, doubtful, or unsure for a long time, the wolf we need is not soft, it’s strong.

It starts in silence.

But with experience, awareness, and pain, it awakens the instinct to hunt: to go after what you want instead of hiding from what you fear.

The Awakening

There was a time when my mind was loud, full of worries, thoughts, and questions I couldn’t turn off. I carried them through sleepless nights and even the most tiring days.

When I finally understood that it was all in my head, something shifted.

I learned to watch my thoughts.

To notice them.

To name them instead of letting them control me.

And slowly, the overwhelming feeling faded.

With awareness came clarity.

With clarity came direction.

I began to understand what I truly wanted, and I stopped letting uncertainty make decisions for me.

I am no longer who I used to be.

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10/11/2025

I don’t know what to do, I just want to write.
Build my dreams.
My heart is filled with so much passion.
It’s overflowing.

08/11/2025

Some days, I find myself at my lowest. The voices inside my head keep pulling me toward hopelessness, whispering that I’m a failure and drowning me in emotional pain. It’s sad when the person you rely on for emotional stability becomes your trigger. I know they don’t mean to hurt me; they’re human too, with their own emotions and needs. But still, their actions cut deep, pulling me into a sea of pain where it feels hard to breathe, and sometimes I just wish I could disappear.

Today, after that storm, I woke up and reflected. It’s okay. Those emotions are valid, and they remind me that I’m human. I never meant to hurt anyone; I just couldn’t stop the chaos in my head. Still, because I love, I continue to dream and hope that one day, things will feel lighter again. To push forward after waking up in a mess isn’t easy, but every day, I’m trying, little by little, to find calm after the storm.

— Sticky note

04/11/2025

I woke up today with a heart full of uncertainty. Unclear direction, a mind lost in messy thoughts, a dream slowly fading. Even when I think of my family as motivation, all I feel is pain. I’m afraid I can’t keep going, especially when my isolation feels like failure. Each word I type carries the weight of everything I can’t say. How do I escape this quiet, sad reality?

— Sticky note

22/09/2025

After 8 hours of work, I take my time to rest for at least 2 hours, then I start learning my newfound skill: copywriting.

I am not good at writing. My English is sloppy, with wrong grammar, misspelled words, and messy thoughts. But still, I try.

Besides, it’s not the mistakes that matter—it’s what’s inside my heart that I let out.

I spend 3 hours practicing writing.

I slept close to midnight.

But that’s not the end of it.

Every now and then, I woke up because my baby needed my care. She needed to feed, have her diapers changed, and be put back to sleep.

I woke up past 6 a.m., feeling drained and tired.

I prepared to take a shower, a habit I’ve built even while working from home.

It’s one habit that keeps me energized and refreshed.

In my thoughts, once I become a copywriter, I will renovate our house in the province. I will watch my father, seeing how intricate he is in his work yet happy while doing it.

I will treat my family to a vacation and spoil them with delicious food.

I will go to SM with my kids, play at Kidzoona, watch a movie, and eat in a cozy restaurant.

Yes, that’s my dream when I become a copywriter. I know it’s not easy.

For now, here I am, taking another step with grit and perseverance. One day, it will all be worth it.

Sigh.

20/09/2025

I’m starting again.

So many times, I’ve begun something new with excitement, writing ideas, making plans, even dreaming big. But by day three, the spark fades. Life gets busy. Work, family, responsibilities, and suddenly, I feel too tired to keep going.

I compare myself to others online who look like they’ve “made it” and it only makes me feel behind. Burnout creeps in, and I start to wonder if I’ll ever break free from the cycle.

But even in the hardest moments, I remind myself: life may feel like a long, dark tunnel, but at the end, there’s always a light. So today, I choose to keep moving, one small step at a time. Because no matter how slow it feels, forward is forward.

18/09/2025

Thank you for sharing Fragments of a Writer's Soul 😍🥹

I know you used to lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering why life felt so heavy. You thought too much. You hid too much. You carried regrets like they were bricks in your backpack, quiet, invisible, but exhausting. You often asked yourself, “Why am I like this?”

But here’s the truth: your silence didn’t make you weak. It made you observant. Your loneliness didn’t make you empty. It made you notice details others missed. All those books you buried your nose in weren’t wasted time; they were seeds, and they would bloom later when you least expected.

Yes, you stumbled. You chose partners who didn’t fit. You took jobs that drained you. You felt small compared to the loud, confident people around you. But one day, you surprised yourself. You quit. You leapt into life with nothing but uncertainty, and that choice turned your life upside down. It was scary, but it set you free.

You didn’t become “successful” overnight, but you started to see life differently. Poverty didn’t define you. Growth kept pulling you forward. And wealth, real wealth, revealed itself not in numbers but in wisdom, resilience, and quiet courage.

So don’t hate yourself for being naïve. Every dot mattered in the picture. You weren’t just a dot after all, you were already a dime, small enough to fit in someone’s hand, yet valuable enough to matter.

Hold on. Your story kept unfolding, and it still does.

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08/09/2025

I woke up from a shallow sleep, my head heavy from just three hours of sleep. Another night of endless thoughts. I tried shifting positions, box breathing, meditation, even calming sounds, but nothing worked. So I decided to simply follow the flow inside my head.

At first, it was worries about tomorrow. What would this Monday be like? Will I survive another week, just like the last one? Will I do better at my job this time, after practicing my content writing skills, the area I feel weakest in? I’ve watched videos and tried to learn, but will it be enough? Will my day even feel worthwhile? The noise in my head was exhausting.

As I turned to the other side of the bed, I tried to shift my thoughts as well. They weren’t just worries anymore; they became dreams of hope. That one day, I’ll be a professional in my field, doing work I love from home for only four hours a day. That we’ll have a home of our own, where we share scrumptious meals and a life without scarcity. That I’ll enjoy vacations and see my loved ones smiling brightly.

Maybe my overthinking isn’t always a curse. Sometimes it shows me what I really want. It paints a picture of the life I’m working toward, even if it feels far away. And in those moments, the noise becomes something softer, almost like a reminder that my efforts today are for more than just surviving work. They’re for the life I dream about.

04/09/2025

Five minutes before starting work, I caught myself staring blankly at my laptop screen. My mind felt numb, wondering what to do with those last few minutes. Maybe that’s just how it is sometimes.

I thought to myself, does everyone feel this way? Always looking for validation in everything we do. Maybe our minds are simply wired to search for meaning in every small action. That was my five-minute thought.