For years, I have turned to writing without ever growing weary of expressing the truths my heart longs to speak, the thoughts society has silenced, and the expectations others have imposed on me. Minsan sa buhay ko, naging totoo ako. Sa iisang pagkakataon sa pagdilat ko, gumaan ang bigat ng puso For once, I became the yappiest version of myself. . . For once, I am unashamed of the voice I finally set free.
My words became my weapon. The discipline of writing with accountability became my savior, teaching me to face and confront the world with courage. In writing, I discovered not only a safe space but also a compass, guiding me toward the person I strive to become. And it won't happen if you're not with me in the past nine years.
Now I am writing this letter in gratitude, thank you for leading me back to the dream whose path I once could no longer see.. Thank you for reminding me to press each key that gives voice to my thoughts, and for guiding my heart back to its will to write, even after it had nearly betrayed itself in the midst of being lost-- reminding me that it was never too late to return.
For years, I wandered in loss. And now, I am thanking myself for remembering, for looking back, and for reaching out. Thank you for choosing to survive, and for finding the courage to forgive yourself, even when you became the prisoner of my own thoughts. Thank you for giving yourself the time to heal, and for returning with the same smile you once left behind.
Today, I write not from a place of brokenness, but from a heart that has learned to rise beyond it. Each word I place upon the page is a quiet reminder that hope was never absent—it only waited for me to return. From the silence that once consumed me, I have risen with a voice; and in that rising, I have found MYSELF. As I lay down these words, I am reminded that healing is not meant to be carried out in silence.