• A Small Sting, Quietly Integrated

    Today offered me a quiet moment of truth — the kind that doesn’t arrive with drama or rupture, but with a subtle sting that reveals exactly where I am now. I reached out to Claire, someone I recently reconnected with after almost a decade. Claire is someone I trust, someone who has shown me presence…

    A Small Sting, Quietly Integrated

  • Wicked For Good: Recognition, Not Rupture — Not A Review, Just My Reflections

    The bridge was crossed. The circle closed. I didn’t need the story to break me. I hesitated before watching Wicked: For Good. After everything this year — the betrayals, the fractured ankle, the unprofessional caregivers, the hotel lapses, and the most recent trauma in Los Baños — I didn’t want anything heavy. I didn’t want another emotional…

    Wicked For Good: Recognition, Not Rupture — Not A Review, Just My Reflections

  • On Regret, Clarity, and the Versions of Myself I Outgrew

    Poppies have been used for ages to stand for grief, memory, and waking up to what’s real. In poems and art, they mark the path from hurting to knowing yourself — where what once cut deep becomes something that makes you strong. Regret used to be a word I couldn’t say out loud. Almost twenty…

    On Regret, Clarity, and the Versions of Myself I Outgrew

  • The Los Baños Threshold: The Mirage of the Cottage Sanctuary

    For years, I held onto this dream of a cottage sanctuary. I pictured misty countryside mornings, a veranda where I could drink tea while birds sang, gardens that would help me heal, and quiet streets far away from all the condo drama. I thought life in the country would be my safe place — proof…

    The Los Baños Threshold: The Mirage of the Cottage Sanctuary