By Khriscielle Yalao
I am ashamed of many things in my life, but admitting I’ve been suffering from anxiety and depression disorders is not one of them.
By Maria Selena Remulla-Fortun
Grief is a confusing thing. Especially when you’re in another country and you wake up, blearily check the messages on your computer, and read the news that makes you bolt straight out of bed. You have no choice but to fast-forward through the stages—from denial to depression and straight to acceptance. Well, with a little bit of anger thrown in. It’s frustrating to be away from your loved ones, and you’re expected to forget about how everyone’s coping with the tragedy that has just occurred back home—and to enjoy yourself. It’s strange and it’s selfish, and the timing cannot be any worse.
By Hapy Benitez
Finding my place in this world is not just about competing with other people; it’s also an internal battle.
By Pauline Dominique C. Tarrazona
I’m 25 and unemployed (sort of). That’s a big issue, right? Like Winona Ryder in the movie “Reality Bites,” who said “I was really going to be something at the age of 23,” I believed I was supposed to be something by now.
By Roanne Manio
“Say a little something about yourself.” For many years I have been put on the spot by this prompt. Imagine wracking your brain for answers that aren’t there. What am I to say? My life is humdrum, a routine. I have neither achieved anything nor was so bad at anything that it was practically noteworthy. In other words, I have been insignificant, a fleeting ghost that you never see, just feel on occasion.