Toxic Mindset of pilipinos

Toxic Mindset of pilipinos

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In the Philippines, it's inevitable to be judged by those who see you-whether what you're doing is right or wrong. There will always be people who will ruin your name just because they see even the smallest mistake from you. Some Filipinos, even today, still cling to distorted beliefs and misinterpretations-ideas that, until now, remain unchallenged. And there are also Filipinos who try to justify and normalize what is clearly wrong. How can these things be resolved? And how do we correct the twisted way of thinking that some Filipinos continue to hold onto?
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I was just a child when life already decided to withhold from me something so many others took for granted-a happy family. I never knew what it was like to sit down for a meal with both parents, to laugh together over dinner, or to go out on weekends when there was no school. Those memories-those warm, simple moments that should've shaped my childhood-were never mine. Instead, I had silence and shouting. Writing in my notebook became my only refuge, the only place I could be free. The sound of my parents arguing echoed through the walls from sunrise to nightfall. It didn't matter if it was breakfast, lunchtime, or when I was trying to sleep, anger was the soundtrack of our home. As I grew up, a painful truth slowly carved itself into me: I was a child unwanted by her own parents. But then, there was Amir. He was just a kid like me, but somehow, he saw through the quiet walls I'd built around myself. He didn't try to fix me-he simply stayed. He taught me how to laugh with the other kids, how to join them at lunch instead of sitting alone. With Amir, I felt like I belonged. For the first time, someone taught me how to be a child-how to just exist without the weight of pain on my shoulders. And just when I thought we were finally starting to understand each other... he disappeared. No goodbye. No explanation. He was just gone. And he never came back. Date Started: July 12, 2025 Date Ended: August 24, 2025

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