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Shinespired Being a woman is not a hindrance but a strength.Be inspired to shine. Be Shinespired! All views, posts, sentiments, conclusions, etc.

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NORMAL NA BA TALAGA ANG MAGNAKAW?  Saludo ako sa COP na nagpakita ng kabaitan at malasakit, at sa pagtulong sa amang wal...
03/11/2025

NORMAL NA BA TALAGA ANG MAGNAKAW?
Saludo ako sa COP na nagpakita ng kabaitan at malasakit, at sa pagtulong sa amang walang ibang hangad kundi buhayin ang kanyang anak.

Pero sa panahon ngayon na talamak ang pagnanakaw sa mga pondo ng gobyerno, ang pag-dramatize sa ganitong sitwasyon ay tila pagpapanormalize na rin ng pagnanakaw.

Taga Tabuk ako at ngayon lang ako nakarinig ng ganitong balita na nabalita pa sa mainstream media. Nakakahiya kasi ang alam kong uso sa amin ay bayanihan at tulungan. Ibig sabihin, kahit saang parte na ng Pilipinas, madami ng naghihirap at naghihikaos sa buhay. Nakakalungkot kasi alam kong masisipag ang aking mga kababayan at kung may opportunity, magtratrabaho yan.

Sa pagbagsak ng ekonomiya dahil sa talamak na nakawan sa pondo, hindi talaga imposible na dadami ang ganitong klase ng krimen.

Hindi masamang tumulong sa kapwa, pero sana ay sa paraang inaangat ang dignidad, hindi ginagawang katanggap-tanggap ang mali.

Naawa ako sa sitwasyon ng ama, oo, dahil desperado siya, pero hindi dapat iyon maging excuse para mapawalang sala siya. Ito na rin ba ang bagong version ng “bending the law”?

Kung ganito na lang palagi, na laging kinakaawaan ang magnanakaw, baka sa susunod na paggising natin, wala nang gustong maghanapbuhay sa marangal na paraan. Baka sa mga nagnakaw ng pondo ng bayan, unti-unti na din natin silang pagbibigyan.

Pinakamagandang gawin ay tapusin ang ugat ng problema - ang korapsyon. Dahil kung maayos ang ekonomiya, magkakaroon ng mga trabaho, baba ang mga presyo ng bilihin at malamang wala nang ama o ina ang magpapakain ng nakaw sa kanilang mga anak.
Kung meron man, kasalanan na nila yun. Kasi pinalaya ngayon, pano kung maubusan ulit ng gatas, magnanakaw pa rin ba ulit?

Hindi normal ang magnakaw dahil labag yun sa batas at sana wala nang susunod pa.

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01/11/2025

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01/11/2025
01/11/2025
If I have ADHD, will you still admire me?Will you still see the woman who leads, writes, creates, and inspires, or will ...
30/10/2025

If I have ADHD, will you still admire me?
Will you still see the woman who leads, writes, creates, and inspires,
or will you only see the flaws behind my fire?

I have never been diagnosed. In the Philippines, Mental health evaluations take time, and I have only started to wonder lately if maybe, just maybe, I have high-functioning ADHD. It’s not a certainty, just a quiet hunch, one that made me look back and ask if the way my mind works has always been both my challenge and my gift.

They say people with ADHD are restless, impulsive, and easily distracted. They say they forget things, lose focus, and can’t sit still. Their minds never stop, bodies can’t rest, and hearts feel too much all at once. And maybe, sometimes, that’s true.

But what if there’s another side to it?
What if behind the restlessness lies creativity?
Behind the chaos, there’s clarity?
Behind the constant motion, there’s a mission?

That’s where high-functioning ADHD comes in, a kind of mind that thrives in fast-paced, creative, and dynamic environments.
Their brains work differently, not less effectively.
They often excel in problem-solving, innovation, leadership, and multitasking when their energy is channeled right.
It’s not about being less focused, it’s about focusing passionately on what gives life meaning.

And maybe… that’s me.

Because when I look at my life, I see patterns that make me wonder if what others call “too much” is simply my version of enough.

I was a math quiz bee champion in grade school and high school (MTAP Math challenge). I won several writing competitions in Press Conferences from elementary to college. I was an Editor-in-Chief in high school, college (I’m journalism scholar), and even in the academy. While others in PMA were focused on academics, I was busy writing for the publication, inspiring resigning cadets, and sharing words of hope that helped some stay when they wanted to quit.
I joined at least three other organizations, while serving as acting Company Commander of Delta Company. I competed and won in judo, marathon and throwing events, and represented PMA in inter-college competitions. I trained in silent drill, soccer, and became the first female team captain of softball at PMA. While doing all of those, I still managed to be part of the Dean’s and Commandant’s Lists.

Later, when I became an officer, I became Command Chief of Financial Management at CRSAFP, handling figures, reports, and systems while functioning as Secretary of Command staff, and at the same time, heading technical working groups for mental wellness and the AFP Magazine. I also write speeches for top leaders of the Armed Forces. And now, as I join the Logistics department at DND, I still do my duties as Head Admin at the Golf Course.

I can fly aircraft, drive a car, draw, paint, cook, bake, craft bracelets and beads, build things, and write speeches, programs and policies. I can shift from the cockpit to the computer, from budgeting spreadsheets to poetic sentences, and from leading people to creating art. Somehow, it all feels natural.

Sometimes, I wonder if this is the beauty of a high-functioning mind.
Maybe this is not a flaw, but a flame.
Maybe this is not confusion, but capacity.
Maybe this is how God designed me, not to stay still, but to keep moving, creating, and inspiring.

ADHD can be both a struggle and a superpower.
It can make focus fleeting, but imagination boundless.
It can make routines difficult, but passion unstoppable.
The same fire that makes someone restless also fuels their brilliance.

So yes, medically, ADHD is a disability.
But in the heart of a dreamer who learns how to turn chaos into creativity, it becomes a unique ability, a different kind of strength.

If I have ADHD, then I am grateful.
Because it has never stopped me from being a mother, pilot, writer, leader, artist, and achiever.
It has given me empathy, depth, and a drive that never dies.

I choose to break the stigma.
Because not all disabilities are dis-abilities.
Some are just different ways of being extraordinary.
And if this is ADHD, then it’s not my weakness.
It’s the reason I shine. 💛💛💛☀️☀️☀️🌅🌅🌅

28/10/2025
28/10/2025

Flying Solo circa 2016

I Am Lagunnawa💛💛💛Long before the rivers were named and the mountains were divided by borders, the land of Kalinga was gu...
27/10/2025

I Am Lagunnawa💛💛💛
Long before the rivers were named and the mountains were divided by borders, the land of Kalinga was guarded by the spirits of courage, song, and sorrow. Among them walked a woman unlike any other , Lagunnawa, the daughter of a chieftain and a healer.

She was born in the middle of a storm. Thunder rolled across the Cordilleras, and the elders said the gods had breathed strength into a woman’s soul. Her eyes were like the river after rain, calm yet fierce, and her heart never learned fear. She was beautiful, but it was her courage that people remembered.

When enemies came to claim their lands, the warriors of Kalinga were outnumbered. The men prepared for battle, but hope was fragile. Lagunnawa stood before the council and said,
“If the gods gave me life through thunder, then let me be the lightning that defends it.”

That night, she braided her hair like armor and painted her skin with soot and ash. Under the watchful moon, she led a band of women,
mothers, sisters, widows, who had nothing left to lose but everything left to protect. They fought not with rage, but with remembrance. Every strike was a prayer, every cry a promise that no child of Kalinga would grow without a home.

When I was a child, my grandmother would tell me this story in the glow of the fire. Her voice was soft but certain, as if she had known Lagunnawa herself. To me, Lagunnawa was not just a warrior from the past,
she was the woman I wanted to become.

She was strength wrapped in gentleness. She was beauty clothed in bravery. She was every heartbeat that refused to give up.

As I grew older, I realized that she never truly left us. Her blood runs in ours. Her spirit breathes through every Kalinga woman who rises after breaking.

And now, I see her reflection every time I look in the mirror before a flight. I wear a uniform instead of armor, I fight storms in the sky instead of in the field, but the fire is the same. I carry the same vow to protect, to serve, to rise again.

I am Lagunnawa.
I am her courage reborn.
I am her story continued.
I am a daughter of Kalinga ,
born from thunder, healed by love, and destined to shine.

27/10/2025

3 AM CONFESSIONS

Kasabay ng ingay ng elisi ng eroplano, ay ang dagundong ng puso ko. Unang beses kong makakita ng laman na wasak. Katawang pira-piraso. Sa mga pelikula ko lang ito dati nakikita. Pero ngayon, naamoy ko na. Yung lansa. Yung kakaibang amoy ng bulok na kalamnan na kahit malakas ang hangin, di kayang tangayin.

Nanginginig ang buong katawan ko. Hindi ko alam kung saan ako titingin at kung anong parte ng sarili ko ang kailangan kong sagipin. Wala akong training para sa ganito. Pero kailangan ko dahil military correspondent ako sa Marawi at kailangan kong tignan ang paligid kahit ayaw kong makita at pakinggan ang mga bagay kahit ayaw kong marinig. Ako ang nakatalaga na magkwento nito. Kahit ayoko.

May isang lipad kami noon. May sinakay kaming dalawang tropa. Sugatan ang isa. Nanginginig. Wala nang masyadong kulay sa mukha. Pero buhay pa.

Yung katabi niya, wala na. Patay na.

Sabi ko sa kanya, “Sarj, laban lang ha. Malapit na tayo sa ospital.”

Pag-angat ng eroplano, narinig ko ang huling hinga niya. Parang hangin na naputol. Parang kaluluwang nahigop bigla. At ang huling imahe niya ng mundong ‘to… ay ako.

Hindi ko na mapigilan. Umiyak ako. Doon mismo sa eroplano. Sa gitna ng lahat. Tuloy-tuloy lang yung luha ko. Hindi ko na kayang pigilan. Kasi hindi ko rin alam paano.

Ilang taon na ang lumipas. Pero sariwa pa rin lahat. May mga gabi lalo na kapag tahimik. Lalo na kapag hindi ko hawak ang sarili kong isip.

Gabi. Tulog na lahat. Ako, nakapikit pero gising. O minsan tulog pero umiiyak.

“Mahaaal, gising,” yun lang ang narinig ko.

Ginising ako ng asawa ko. Umiiyak daw ako sa panaginip. Basang-basa ang unan sa pawis at luha, kahit malamig naman ang kwarto. Gumigising ako na ang katawan ko ay parang gustong tumakas, kahit wala naman akong pinagtataguan.

Niyakap ako ng asawa ko. Mahigpit. Tahimik. Wala siyang tanong. Wala rin akong salita. Ang tunog ng mahinang hikbi at hirap na paghinga, ang pumupuno sa kwarto. Ang tagal ko bago humupa. Hindi ko na rin namalayan na nakatulog ulit ako habang yakap niya.

Kinabukasan ko lang naikwento. Yung panaginip. Pero hindi siya panaginip. Alaala siya.

Madalas sinasabi ng mga tao, “Tapos na ‘yan. Nakaraan na.” Pero hindi nila alam, sa amin na may PTSD, laging may kahapon na bumabalik. At ‘pag bumalik siya, buong-buo. Amoy. Itsura. Pakiramdam. Parang kahapon lang nangyari. Lahat iyon, nasa isip ko pa rin. Sa pag lipas ng panahon, nababawasan lang yung sakit, pero andun pa rin yung pait.

Hindi ito paawa. Hindi ito pagpapanggap.
Ito ang kwento ng mga taong sa labas ay matatag, pero may mga tinatakasang bangungot.

Minsan, hindi baril ang pumapatay sa sundalo.
Alaala. Tahimik. Matagal. Paulit-ulit.

At sa tuwing dumarating ang 3AM, kung di na dinalaw ng antok, didiretso na ang gising para harapin ang bagong araw.

At kung tanong mo ay, “Ano ba talaga ang PTSD?”

Hindi lang siya simpleng alaala na pwede mong hindi isipin. Ito ay bangungot na ayaw magpaalam. Ito ang giyera na nagpapatuloy kahit wala nang putukan. Ito yung gumigising sa’yo sa gabi, kahit walang alarm. Ito yung panaginip na totoo,
at realidad na ayaw mong paniwalaan.

Paano ba ito nagagamot?
Hindi madali. Hindi mabilis.
Pero posible.

Minsan kailangan mo ng therapy, ng gamot.
Pero palagi, ang pinakamahalaga, taong makikinig.
Yung hindi huhusga. Yung hindi magmamadaling patahimikin ka. Yung titigil para lang damayan ka.

Bumabalik ba?
Oo. At hindi lang basta bumabalik,
minsan, parang mas malakas pa kaysa noong una.

Pero bawat pagbabalik,
ay pagkakataon ring matutong lumaban ulit.
Hindi sa bala, kundi sa paghinga.
Sa pag-amin. Sa paghingi ng tulong.

Ano ang pwedeng gawin?
Huwag mong sarilinin. Huwag mong ikahiya.
PTSD doesn’t make you weak, it means you’ve survived something that tried to destroy you.

Kaya kung binabasa mo ‘to,
at may sarili kang alaala na hanggang ngayon ay binabalikan, I see you. I believe you.
At kahit hindi tayo magkasama sa field,
alam kong magkasama tayo sa laban.

Isang araw, mararamdaman mo ulit ang liwanag.
Hindi biglaan. Hindi madali.
Pero darating. Dahil kahit madilim ang gabi,
may liwanag pa ring sisilip kahit makulimlim ang langit.






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