Last April, I got back to the Philippines after a long journey from Colombia. Both countries are on the opposite sides of the hemisphere, and it's been such a tough time accepting that my South American journey was over. Just like that, it was done, and I was home. I kept on asking myself how this happened, but it's life. Sometimes the journey comes into an unexpected halt.…
Yesterday my family and I were supposed to go out for dinner. But then my brother screamed as soon as we locked the house, "No! My face mask!" Ah, face masks. Then I realised that this was our new 'normal'.…
These past few weeks have been such a struggle for me, mental health wise. There would be days when I would feel like not doing anything, then I would be mad and anxious because I feel like I am not doing productive things. It is a constant battle within myself, and I do not think that this whole quarantine season has been helpful at all…
Last night had been one of the most stressful and trying times during this whole quarantine season. I had been crying non-stop, for no apparent reason. Everything weighed heavy, and this lock down had taken its toll on my mental health. Although I was hopeful, that the day that tomorrow will bring, will be a great day.…
I was so happy when Dante and I landed in Medellin, because, finally, I was in Colombia. But no more than three weeks in the country, the world had stopped. All travellers were called back into their own countries, and right then and there, I knew that this little adventure of mine had come to a complete halt.…