The thought of breastfeeding again scared me. I was so afraid that I allowed it become a major determinant in my desire to have a second baby. Having experienced a highly traumatic one with my first, I was almost sure that it was destined to be a part of my story forever. I cried constantly... Continue Reading →
I have always been a sucker for fairytales; the princess in distress, prince charming, happily ever after. I remember being dissed by one of my exes who felt that I lived in lala land and had very unrealistic expectations (my worst relationship ever). Anyway, regardless of how silly fairytales seem to most, I have managed... Continue Reading →
I realized I had no choice but to prepare myself mentally and emotionally for surgery. This was far from easy as images from the past filled my mind...
Do I know you?
This was the question that nagged my mind over and over as I stared back at my reflection. I had been here before, a place where I struggled to identify myself. Walking by mirrors was scary for the fear of not knowing what I’d see was overwhelming. Sometimes, I stared hard trying to find my real self. Hoping that somehow the mirror would give me some well needed answers. They just never came that way. No matter how hard I stared, no matter how hard I tried, I just didn’t get it.
Identity crisis is one major plague of our generation. So many people struggle to recognize themselves as they are one person by day and another by night and sometimes many in between. Our world has made it even more acceptable to have multiple lives in order to fit into roles that we desire regardless…
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Sometimes, it is the fear of being criticized - what will my family think? or the fear of possible future regrets. Other times, it is the falsehood of being perfect and not falling into a trap of being tagged 'bad'
The world is fighting so hard to kill emotions so much that anyone with actual real human feelings and empathy these days, is a prey and easy target for ridicule and bullying.
A number of people have reached out to me to ask why I stopped writing. My response has been the same "writers block" and I believed this each time I said it as I went about my daily life. From my last post till now, it is safe to say my life has been eventful.... Continue Reading →
Yes, I paint my daughter's nails. She is almost four and I totally enjoy our mommy and me moments. I have experienced some level of criticism due to some of our seemingly unconventional activities. For example, while fixing my nails, I often ask for her nails to be painted. This is usually accompanied by side... Continue Reading →
I can identify with Melinda. She had bottled up emotions and major anger issues. Clearly she had suffered daddy issues, struggled with her identity, placed all forms of her relevance on another being. Her siblings were totally oblivious to her issues which ran deep mentally. With all these and perhaps some more that haven't been... Continue Reading →