Dear My Body,

It’s so strange how I’m taking a community health major now to understand you better, especially since you haven’t been well for over the past year now. When did you not start feeling unwell? You gave me signs and indications in my digestive system accordingly. However, as you know, the mind and the bodywork both ways, so somet…read more

It’s funny how this month started it all as I look back at my old emails. My major is community health, so I find it ironic and helpful as I go through this process. I went for my regular physical appointment, not thinking much about my health or any strong concerns. I’m a pretty healthy twenty-two-year-old woman, so I shouldn’t have anyth…read more

Dear Superwomen,

As I noticed March coming to an end, which makes me aware that women’s month awareness closing it curtains for next year. It makes me wonder why does it have to be a month to honor women for what we’ve been through? Why can’t it just be everyday, just acknowledging our accomplishments and hardships. Of course, it can be too much…read more

Dearest Survivors,

I have stood in front of the mirror to gaze upon my reflection; a taunting voice has probed at my mind to tilt towards a criticizing approach about myself. My body posture deflated when my critical thinking unbuttoned the layers that had camouflaged my insecurities. I wanted to smash the mirror, I just couldn’t take how my r…read more

Dearest Future-Self,

It’s funny when I write to someone who happens to be myself in the distant future. I try to look forward to the future, instead of time-traveling to the past, which I happen to do a lot since the past is a part of the key ingredients that makes up myself. However, as you know, I have made my list that you already know I…read more

Dear Friends,

Have you ever taken a picture, enjoying the present as you stay in the picture-perfect moment with your friends? Your mental health can be as fragile as a snow globe at times. The snow globe is stable when you hold it a certain way, but once you flip it upside down and shake it a bit. It becomes frazzling and the fake snow is…read more

Dear sissy,

You are my older sister, even though people mistook us being daughter and parent. We are fifteen years apart, a huge age gap, but we never really saw the bad in it.

However, you were like a mom to me in many ways. You said when I was younger, I would always say I want to go, and I would grab on your leg. You basically took me…read more

Dearest Survivors,

I’m always riding this carousel, which was always my addictive sedative like cotton candy. Sweet and familiar, but toxic with its sugary sweetness filled with empty calories. Everything has an expiration date, a person, and a place, which I would hold tightly in my hand before I say my goodbyes. However, I still found myself i…read more

Dearest Unsealers,

This is more like a prompt, but sort of like a flash -nonfiction story I wrote a couple of months back. Thought it would be nice to share with you all, especially when you’re a young adult who is struggling with adulting and wish to have not grown up so fast.

When I was a little girl, I used to pretend to live in a majestic…read more