Sometimes, I think that it is very scary to be a Filipino these days, especially that we are not only fighting against an invisible enemy, but we also have to deal with people who threaten or endanger our basic rights.
It was a draining two-hour session inside a comfy clinic painted in purple with floral patterns. I shed almost a bucket of tears, poured my heart out trying to be as honest as possible. That time, I only knew I needed answers. And then it came to me, although suspicion of having this mental condition… Continue reading The Middle of the Beginning