In My Own World

There’s this kind of sadness that arrives without warning. One moment, everything is fine. The next, you're lying in bed wondering about your future, replaying old memories, and feeling anxious about things that weren't even on your mind yesterday. Then you check the calendar. Oh. It's that time of the month again. If you know, you know. It's strange how a flood of emotions can appear out of nowhere. Suddenly, you're sad. You're anxious. You're worried about things you normally handle just fine. Problems seem bigger. Uncertainties feel heavier. Even the smallest inconvenience can feel like the final straw. The hardest part isn't even the emotions themselves. It's the confusion. Because while you're feeling all these things, another part of you is trying to figure out whether those feelings are real or if they're simply being amplified by hormones. Are you genuinely sad? Are you actually anxious? Is this concern valid? Or is PMS just turning t...

We don’t always agree on many things. I mean, we don’t fight. It’s just that sometimes, I hate your opinions. I hate how pessimistic you can be at times. I hate how biased you are sometimes. I hate how you criticize things every now and then. But just to be clear, I don’t hate you. I just hate those things about you. But you know what? When I really think about it, those are also the things that make you  you . Without them, you wouldn’t be the mother I grew up with. Okay. Done with the hate. On with the love. I love how hardworking you are. You chose the profession that has no benefits, no time off, no sick leave, no vacation leave, no payroll. It’s a one-time clock in, and you never clock out. No retirement either. But on the other hand, you are the boss. Just kidding. No, not really. You chose to be a mother. I know you didn’t exactly choose to be  our  mother, but God knew you had all the qualifications to become one. And don’t take that the wrong way. What I mean is,...