Hello, anxiety: my old friend
“Hi, Joyce! How are you?” “I’m good,” is how I would usually respond when asked such question. But deep down,...
Someone has to build the floor first
Nobody told me that surviving could make you the villain. I found that out on my own, slowly, as you...
License
Life used to be a comfortable car ride: Dad behind the wheel, directing the path; Mom in the front seat,...
Standing at the crossroads
The street lights draw sharp lines across my glasses, blurring my sight and clouding my vision. For a while I...
Not by AI
Disclaimer: this piece is not written using AI (artificial intelligence). I can write this content. I know that I am...
The wind might’ve knocked my Jenga
A trickle of sweat raced down my hairline to join the one pooling above my upper lip. Inhale. Exhale. Zeroing...
When the mind speaks, listen
There was a time during my mid-20s when I had a migraine almost every day. Along with the migraine came...
Ghosting
Life has gotten so complicated. I’ve developed a special way of coping: I ghost. It’s a place where I can...
Is this my cheese?
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on November 29, 2005. My first-hand experience with cheating came when...
My battle with social anxiety
You’ve probably seen me as the quiet and reserved girl but inside was a storm of issues that led me...