Thea's Truths & Thresholds

Tag: mental health

  • Beginning the Year with Discernment and Compassion, Not Bypassing

    Beginning the Year with Discernment and Compassion, Not Bypassing

    There’s a common expectation to start the year with optimism. For me, though, a fresh start doesn’t require pretending everything is okay. I value honesty over toxic positivity, which means acknowledging what still needs my attention. I’m starting this year with compassion for the parts of me that carry past scars.

    Recently, a wellness blogger-expert’s content brought up old pain. It wasn’t just his dramatic delivery; it reminded me of a version of myself that was once deceived and betrayed. Love bombed. Recognizing this isn’t “sweating the small stuff.” It is acknowledging what was real.

    My trauma being triggered doesn’t excuse his behavior. A boundary violation is still a violation, and deception is still deception. The difference now is that I spot these patterns quickly. I canceled my subscription as soon as I noticed the warning signs.

    Others might view this as an overreaction. As part of my healing and self-inquiry process, I tuned inward and asked myself that. This isn’t an overreaction. For those of us with a history of betrayal, a breach of space isn’t a small thing—it’s a signal. Given how misunderstood trauma is, given how uninformed society is about trauma, our protective instincts are often dismissed.

    I am not overreacting; I am responding to a pattern I’ve seen before. Validating my own response is how I refuse to gaslight myself — and prevent falling into the trap of spiritual and human bypassing.

    I’ve become highly aware of performative patterns: the use of sophisticated language to mask a lack of substance, inconsistent professional claims, and a focus on high-end branding over genuine transparency.  These are tactics that exploit a person’s desire for meaning and connection. I don’t judge those who follow him because I was once that vulnerable. That memory helps me stay understanding and compassionate while I focus on my own path.

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    This situation also clarified memories of my deceased, manipulative, narcissistic mother. Decades of betrayal before I cut contact made me alert to signs of manipulation and deception. While the patterns are similar, I am grateful I can now tell the difference between then and now. I am giving myself the time and space to think clearly and process the hurt without judgment — for myself and others.

    And that is how I’m starting the year: integrating my experiences rather than pushing them away — welcoming and honoring whatever is coming up for healing, release, and integration. I am prioritizing my autonomy over putting on a show. I am moving forward feeling lighter, with less distraction and more trust in myself and the Divine Intelligence.

    If this resonates, how do you honor yourself when old patterns resurface? If any part of this speaks to you, I invite you to share your reflections in the comment section below.

    Peace and Blessings,
    — Thea 💙

  • When You’re the Afterthought: Family Estrangement, Public Stories, and Finding Our People in the Philippines

    When You’re the Afterthought: Family Estrangement, Public Stories, and Finding Our People in the Philippines

    I came across the article about David Beckham leaving his son, Brooklyn, out of his 2025 year-end recap post, only to share throwback photos of him hours later. When Brooklyn was left out of his father’s recap, only added later, it reminded me of what it feels like to be remembered as an afterthought because that’s how his message came across to me. Maybe even for optics. If he wanted to honor all his kids, he would have included Brooklyn from the start.

    This hit close to home because I know what it feels like to be the one who gets left out or remembered only as an afterthought—if I would even be remembered or included. For years, “echa pwera (to be excluded)” was a recurring theme in my life with my family of origin.

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    I know I’m not the only one navigating this. Looking at public figures helps me remember and reassures me I’m not alone.

    I cheered on when Prince Harry and Meghan Markle stepped away from the royal family because of deep-seated issues—racism, lack of support for their mental health, and pressure to maintain an image over their well-being. They chose to prioritize their own family and healing, even when it meant letting go of traditional ties.

    Here in the Philippines, we saw the same with celebrity Sarah Geronimo. She didn’t invite her mother to her wedding, and while some criticized her, many more supported her choice. It was a big moment because it showed our culture is slowly starting to understand that “family first” doesn’t mean staying in harmful, abusive, and traumatizing situations.

    And as for me, I didn’t decide to step back from my birth family on a whim. I started distancing myself from my siblings when I was in my mid-40s, and from my mother a few years later. I’m now in my 60s. My father passed away several years ago. After our parents’ separation, my siblings and I had been estranged from him, too, for a long time—his choice, not mine.

    I was the one who spoke up about things that needed to change. The truth teller. The cycle breaker who tried to break harmful patterns that had been going on all throughout my childhood and adult life, even for generations. It wasn’t easy, especially in a culture where “utang na loob (debt of gratitude)” is often used to pressure us into staying quiet or putting up with things we shouldn’t. But I knew I couldn’t keep sacrificing my own mental and emotional health.

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    No one chooses to walk away from their family without a good reason. It’s a decision that usually comes after years of trying to make things work.

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    I know there are others here in the Philippines who are going through the same thing, or something similar. Maybe you’re the one who had to set boundaries, or perhaps you’re the one who was pushed away. Either way, it can feel incredibly lonely.

    Healing takes time, and it helps to know we’re not the only one on this path. Our well-being matters, and our journey is valid—whatever that looks like for us.

    I find it encouraging to come across recent articles that signal a cultural shift in the Philippines — a willingness to speak more openly about the once-taboo topic of family estrangement and the choice to go no contact:

    Why More Filipino Millenials Are Walking Away From Family Obligations: When family duty becomes too heavy

    Looking for respondents for research on Filipino adult children estranged from their parents

    Calling for participants for a research study that aims to explore and understand family estrangement experiences among Filipino adults

    Filipino & estranged from your family? Especially this [holiday] season?

    Addressing Toxic Behaviors in Filipino Families | #YourMindOurMovement

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    I’m glad not only to see the topic being discussed more openly, but also to see resources becoming accessible for those navigating such a difficult path. When I was contemplating this decision decades ago, there were hardly any materials to turn to.

    A few years back, I considered starting a support group. For now, my focus is on my own journey. Still, I want to offer a space for connection if you feel the need — a place to share reflections or simply be heard.

    I write under a pseudonym to protect my privacy, and I take confidentiality seriously. If you are or you know someone navigating family estrangement or struggling to set healthy boundaries, and you’d like to talk to someone who understands the cultural context we’re in—you may email me at theasjournal25@gmail.com  

    There’s no pressure to share more than you’re comfortable with. You may also share your reflections in the comment section below—whatever feels right and safe to you.

    Even if we’ve been treated as afterthoughts or misjudged for prioritizing our mental health and well-being, we can choose to center our own healing.

    Peace and Blessings,
    — Thea 💙