Life’s Not Done

Hilong time no seeI know it’s beenages since youlast saw me.Since you lastheard from me, sinceI lastspoke of this - this darknessyep, the very same, the one that makes merun ‘n hidefrom fear, fromchaos, frominconceivable pain,not the physical kindnot only the physical kindthe withering, the overwhelming, thetorturous ghost that'salways been, yet seems tonever go awaythe emotional, the heartbreakingly,... Continue Reading →

I AM NOT OKAY

And that's okay. I haven't really been myself for over a month now. Or maybe this has been going on much longer than I realized. Either way, I'm here to say, I'm alive and I'm working on it. Depression is a finicky thing. Not all days are bad, some are not so bad, some are... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Arsenic and Adobo

As Asian American Pacific Islander Heritage Month comes to an end, I thought it was a good idea to write this book review.  I don’t do many book reviews because I’m not an avid reader, despite my attempt at becoming a published author myself, but this one hits close to home.  It may be the... Continue Reading →

The Lies I Tell Myself

The more comfortable I feel about opening up about chronic pain, the more I realize just how many people have already done so.  And as much as it is an inspiration to know I am not alone in this, I can’t help but feel inadequate like there’s no point in me talking about it, but... Continue Reading →

Why I Took a Break from Instagram

Somehow, without fail, I open up Instagram and instantly feel really crappy about myself. It's like I need to be doing something really amazing with my life otherwise, I'm nothing. I often forget social media is a lie. Just because a post shows something really cool, doesn't mean that's how that person is living their... Continue Reading →

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