Category: grief
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Surviving parent guilt
Since my Dad died, I’ve come across new things. Like crippling grief. Grief that looks and feels like 80 feet waves pummelling me, tumbling me, confusing and frightening me. Grief like that. Grief that – like waves – doesn’t let you come up for air. It doesn’t stop for a second so you can’t stop. […]
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Facts are facts
The worst thing about suffering with mental illness is that you can’t trust yourself. You live in a constant state of gaslighting yourself “did that really happen or did I imagine it?”. It is the worst thing to suffer from – not being able to trust your own thoughts. When I’m in the depths of […]
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Conversations with Dad
I don’t remember meeting my Dad, you know. He came into my world when I was 3 years old. Suddenly in our tiny, dirty, shabby Filipino village was a tall white man with a twinkle in his eye and a friendly grin. I don’t remember how we got to be Dad and Daughter…we just were…and […]