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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.

31/08/2025

I stopped for a while. Everything felt so heavy, and I couldn’t silence the noise inside my head. Writing, which once gave me comfort, started to feel like it was making me worse. So I stopped. I told myself I needed time to breathe. But then I wondered, was I giving up again on the little things I had slowly built? Was I breaking my own promise to be courageous and face my inner battles?

It was me vs. me again in the quiet space inside my head.

Days passed, and I did nothing. I let myself sink into the stillness. I woke up, did the chores, went to work, and by night I distracted myself with thoughts that only circled back to the same question: Why am I here? That endless search for self-worth and purpose kept echoing.

Then, one day, I found myself scrolling through my phone. I’m usually a person of cold and stillness, rarely moved by what I see. But then I came across something that noticed a piece of me. And in that moment, it gave me hope. I realized that people can see more than just my pain and sadness. They can also see the courage it takes to keep going, even when I’m standing on the edge.

07/08/2025

The illusion of anxiety

I’m sitting at my desk, working, when suddenly, the voices start. They creep in, uninvited, telling me I’m not good enough. Today, I feel isolated, even though I know everyone is busy with their own tasks. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that I don’t belong. My mind races with thoughts, "Let’s not include her, she might make a mistake if I give her this task." Another voice says, "I’m better than her." “Her message doesn’t matter, I’ll just ignore it.” And then, “I might even fire her, she’s not doing well.” These thoughts feel like an endless storm in my head, and I’m drowning.

But then, in the middle of it all, a voice whispers, "Are your thoughts real? Are they facts, or just illusions?"

I almost cry. The weight of it all is too much. I grab my headphones, desperate for a distraction. I search for a song, anything to break the cycle, and find a new K-pop track. I don’t even know the words, but I sing along, feeling the beat, the lyrics, even if I don’t fully understand them.

This is the illusion that anxiety creates, making us believe we are nothing but our mistakes, our failures, our shortcomings. It tries to destroy our self-worth and twist the way we see others. But, always check the facts. Are these thoughts real? Are they true?

Find something to distract you from the noise. For me it's music, a song that makes me feel better. Something that reminds me who I truly am.

"We listened to the demons, we let them get between us
But none of us are out here on our own
So we were cowards, so we were liars
So we're not heroes, we're still survivors
The dreamers, the fighters, no lying, I'm tired
But dive in the fire, and I'll be right here by your side."
"

04/08/2025

Anxiety often feels like a storm in my mind, and during those moments, it can be easy to lose control. One technique I’ve found helpful is self-reflection.

Taking a moment to write down what I’m feeling, what triggered it, and how my body is reacting gives me clarity. It’s a way of acknowledging my feelings without judgment.

Journaling has become my personal tool to manage stress, and it’s helped me find peace in the chaos. If you’re struggling, give it a try, it might surprise you how much it helps to get everything out on paper.

31/07/2025

I’ve made “wrong” decisions.
I’ve overthought and over-worried.
I’ve frozen up and backed out.
And still, I’m growing.

Anxiety hasn’t made me less of a person.
If anything, it’s made me more aware, more compassionate, more gentle with others.

So if today’s decision feels hard—breathe.
You don’t need to get it perfect.
You just need to keep going. That’s more than enough. 💛

30/07/2025

I say “yes” even when I’m already stretched thin.
“Yes, I’ll handle it.”
“Yes, I can stay late.”
“Yes, no problem at all.”

But behind every “yes” is often a quiet
“I wish I could say no.”

Not because I don’t care,
but because I’m tired.
Because I’m overwhelmed.
Because I’m scared that saying no means I’ll let someone down…
or worse, they’ll think less of me.

Anxiety convinces me that I have to say yes,
to stay safe.
To be liked.
To be enough.

But the truth?
I don’t really know how to say no yet.
It still feels too risky.
Too loud.
Too final.

So instead…
I stay quiet.
I smile.
I say yes,
even when something inside me whispers,
“Please don’t.”

I’m not there yet.
I’m just starting to notice the weight I carry,
and how heavy it’s become.

And maybe that’s the first step.
Not saying no…
but finally asking myself if I’m allowed to.

29/07/2025

I almost called in sick today.
Not because I was physically unwell
but because there is something within me screaming from the moment I opened my eyes.

“You’re behind.”
“Everyone can tell you’re struggling.”
“Don’t mess this up today.”

I sat at my desk with shaky hands. Re-read my email draft three times before sending it.
Forced a smile during the meeting while my heart raced for no reason.
Answered messages with a lump in my throat, pretending to be fine.

But here’s the thing: I still showed up.
I did the work. I tried.

And even if no one else noticed how hard that was,
I know what it took just to make it through the day.
And that effort matters too.

28/07/2025

Sometimes it starts with just one small worry.
Nothing huge. Just a “hmm… that felt weird.”
And then, suddenly I’m rehearsing a hundred different scenarios.

What if they’re mad?
What if I messed everything up?
What if I never get it right?

It’s not just overthinking.
It’s a storm that spins out of nowhere.
And I’m just standing there, trying to act normal… while everything inside me is unraveling.

If you’ve felt that too,
I see you.
I know how loud the quiet can be.