Sunken Garden
11/28/2022
My favorite past time when I was an undergrad was to jog around the Academic Oval. I donāt really know ifĀ āpast timeā is the right word. MaybeĀ ācoping mechanismā is a better term for it. When people go for depression naps, I go for depression runs.
Back in 2018, I used to sit on the benches overlooking Sunken Garden and just reflect on life. Me, a 20 year old girl, lost in life - who recently lost her father. We didnāt have any income, weāre running out of family, and Iāve just barely graduated college. I was extremely scared of the future. What will happen? My mother is unemployed and I have a baby sister.Ā
I would cry on that bench. To add to my sob story, I was in a miserable relationship.Ā
Fast forward four years, I find myself revisiting the campus, doing anotherĀ ādepression runā and sitting on the same bench as I did before.
I am barely doing better but Iām better than the girl who used to sit here. My career is blooming. Iāve been experiencing heart ache after heart ache, but itās okay. Everything was better than what my 20-year old self expected.
Hopefully, the next time I visit the campus, Iāll just run for the sake of running and not as an escape. Iāll just look at Sunken Garden from afar because Iām in a better place now. Itāll get better.
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Unsent Messages
11/18
Are you okay? / I want to fix things / Iāll be kinder and more understanding / I want to hug you / Youāre my best friend and I miss you / I just cried all day today / How are your dogs?Ā / How is your family? / I wish we can start again / I deserve more but canāt you be that person / I wish you would say something / Did you block me? / Why are you seenzoning me? / My heart feels heav
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6/28/22
Today, I asked my boyfriend to accompany me in getting my ID picture taken. The mall was just 1.4km away and I needed this for my job interview. He didn't want to accompany me. I'm tired.
I just need a new job then I'll move out and get out of this relationship.
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As the eldest daughter of an Asian household, I'm used to bearing a lot of weight on my shoulders. Adjusting and adapting have always been the name of the game. I'm used to putting other people's lives in front of me first. Prioritizing others before myself. Getting no apologies for all the disappointments and the let downs.
That's why when my boyfriend wanted me to cancel our plans for a short notice work outing, I waited for an apology. It's really fine for me to cancel everything and throw my sense of justice when it comes to work boundaries away if I hear just one single apology.
"Sorry, dear. Let's reschedule. / Sorry, love. Let's do this instead. / I'm sorry you had to cancel your plans I know you're very excited for it."
But no. I never got any.
Look at how someone's childhood molded their perception on love. I think that makes sense.
Here's to finally having that soft and apologetic kind of love.
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6/10/22
As I undergo one of the major depressive episodes Iāve had in months, allow me to express this in words using the most basic platform in existence - Tumblr.Ā
I woke up this morning with a message from my best friend showing me a sweet gesture from her boyfriend - it was him randomly asking a Tiktok OP about her workout clothes for her. I donāt know but it suddenly made me rush into a bunch of thoughts and before I knew it, everything felt so heavy.
Ever since I had to leave for college back in 2013, I started fending off for myself. That was the year my sister was born as well. My parentsā are preoccupied with her and thatās perfectly fine with me. I had to look out for myself. Living in a dorm in UP for five years really taught me a lot of things especially when it comes to standing on my own. Growing up with the majority of my life as an only child, itās not that surprising.Ā We were a not-so-privileged family (to scale: my parents wonāt even be able to send me to college if not for UP) so knowing that I have a baby sister on board, I didnāt want to add to my parentsā problems.Ā
Thatās a recurring thing that I have to unlearn, I guess. I am extremely hyper aware of myself to the point that I donāt want to rely on anyone and be a burden. Funny how we self-brand ourselves with a lot of things - my branding (it makes me cringe using this word in this context) is someone who has her shit together, well holistic, involved in a lot of stuff, CONFIDENT and basically happy. But of course, Iām not that good as I appear on the outside.
The mostĀ āhelpā Iāve asked so far is calling my friends, crying. It only happened once and it made me feel bad. I know everybody has weight on their shoulders and I donāt want to burden people with what I have.
So going back to what I think triggered me this morning, I missed someone looking out for me. When my Daddy died in 2018, I didnāt oblige my family to look out for me. Donāt think of me. Take care of yourselves first.Ā
For three months now, Iāve been living with my boyfriend. Sometimes, I feel like Iām investing much in this relationship. Not that itās a bad thing but it scares me how it might backfire on me. I woke up feeling heavy this morning. I cried while on the bed but since itās a weekday, I had to force myself to cook lunch for him. Thatās okay. It made me feel productive. I succumbed to the bed. It really does feel heavy to the point that my heart feels tight and I canāt breathe. He prepares for work, asks me whatās wrong, I told him I felt heavy this morning. Asked me if itās about him. Told me heās going to leave. And left just like that. I donāt even know if I have the energy to. He didnāt even ask about that.Ā
Our own happiness is our responsibility but wouldnāt it be nice to have someone looking out for you as well? When my boyfriend was unemployed, I was actively looking for a job for him and I got him one (and now, Iām not sure if heās even thinking of me. I donāt know but somehow, I feel used.) I always consider other people in my decisions. Even just the small things.Ā
I feel like Iām contradicting myself sometimes. I want people to help me but I donāt want help. Or maybe I just want help from certain people.Ā
Now, Iām here - juggling the heavy weight of a breadwinner, looking for a job (it makes me sad din na I helped my boyfriend find a job and he didnāt even tell me good luck sa job interviews ko. I donāt even know if itās a petty reason but idk, fearing the uncertain future, wanting to do a lot of things but walang time and/or resources and/or kasama. Also, my ex wants his cat back.
I donāt even know if itās self-sabotage, asking for what I deserve, and just being okay with whatever the universe throws at me. Iāve been giving and giving and giving in all aspects of my life and all I get are crumbs in return.
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SMALL WINS FOR TODAY
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cooked my boyfriend some breakfast despite the breaking down
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made it to my 1-on-1 session today.Ā
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deactivated Messenger
Next in queue: Stop cryingĀ ācause my contacts will shrivel up, my face will get puffy and magiging panget ako.
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I've always been the secure kind of person when it comes to relationships. Looking at my history, I was never the girlfriend who'd grow jealous or suspicious without any valid reason. There was never any rules. At the same time, there weren't any rules that applied to me as well.
When I'm in a relationship, I tend to have a tunnel vision on that person. I don't even get interested in anyone, even celebrities or famous personalities. I don't know if this is the baseline or anything, but it's always been like that. Loyalty has always been the bare minimum. Coming from a family where infidelity is always associated with every family member, it's something that I've sworn to myself that I will never try. Very much like smoking. Fortunately, the universe has been in my favor for once and never gave me the opportunity to experience it from a partner. It would really crush me, I assume. The mere thought gives a heavy feeling in my heart.
Trust is such a heavy word and I've always banked on it. I can be overtrusting at some point, in all of my relationships. In certain situations, like the one I am in right now, trust is the only thing I'm holding on too.
There were a lot of moments (and there WILL BE a lot of moments) where I'm alone and Aki will be somewhere. It makes me feel anxious to be in a place with a lot of space. The empty spaces can be quite noticeable. I've always lived in small areas - a 25 sqm condo, an apartment slightly larger than a parking lot. The echos are less audible in small spaces. I've taught myself how to wait. It's okay. I've always been fascinated with the concept of home and this is his home. Our home. So I'll be waiting. What else is there to do?
The only thing keeping my heart heavy and weighing it down are the external factors. I've always have this mantra in relationships - everything else is just background noise. But when it's an office norm to sleep with officemates during work travels, it doesn't make me feel at ease. How do I bank in trust when it's a problematic environment he's in? I kept on telling myself that it'll be okay, I trust him BUT it's really hard to get rid of that thought. At the back of my mind it's still there.
I'm writing this down in hopes that I can let this go. Because at the end of the day, again, trust is all I have with me. I am a strong, capable woman who can do a lot of things and if ever he does something, it's his loss. The only thing I will lose is time.
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I feel like Iāve been giving and giving and giving onto this Universe and all it does is to take.Ā
Iāve resigned from a job that requires a lot of time and effort and yet Iām not compensated well. It pains me to walk away from this career but passion wonāt really bring food to the table.Ā
Iāve been exerting a lot of effort and making a lot of sacrifices into my relationship. I donāt get to work out in the morning (which is really my coping mechanism) because I have to prepare food for my boyfriend so he can take it to work. Iāve been maintaining the house and doing a lot of tasks for both of us. Acts of service isnāt really a love language Iām keen to giving and yet Iām here. I now think that itās exhausting to speak in a love language that you arenāt really inclined to.
I miss getting my hand held. The romantic small gestures. The random hugs. Not from a particular person, but in general.Ā
I exert a lot of effort for my family, fulfill my financial obligations and yet I feel like Iām not receiving enough.
Iāve been giving and giving and giving and yet I donāt receive enough.
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I Donāt Believe in Ghosts
I am not a huge believer of the supernatural. Iād like to convince myself that there is life after death, but being a non-practicing Roman Catholic, a part of me really wants to hope that there really is heaven. Minus the part about eternal damnation.Ā
When Daddy died, I never felt anything (Thank God!) Iād like to think that he is absolutely aware that IāmĀ a huge scaredy cat and any form of presence would really scare the shit out of me. At the end of the day, I just pray that wherever he is, he would be at peace.
Fast forward to 2019. I contracted chicken pox and had to be off from work for almost two weeks. Adult chicken pox, apparently, is a serious thing so fortunately, my ex (who was taking care of me that time because weāre still together) was a Medtech major so he knows a lot about health. He stayed with me for two weeks straight (despite the risk).
We were just starting out that time, probably the second or third month of our relationship, so I never really told him about my family in detail yet.Ā
He opened up to me that one time, he saw or felt a presence of a man with tattoos. He couldnāt really describe how he looked like but he just knew that he had tattoos. He was watching over me.
My Dad had a lot of tattoos.Ā
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Most of the time, I need an intervention when it comes to owning yellow dresses. I probably have more than 5 and they make me happy. Itās a manifestation that I am a yellow ball of sunshine. I like sharing funny shitposts on Facebook and cracking up corny jokes whenever I can. I sing Broadway songs loud to my cat every morning. I sayĀ āhelloā andĀ āgood morningā to everyone. I move constantly, never missing a workout.Ā
Sometimes, I have to hang all my yellow dresses at the deepest part of my closet. Often times, Iād just wake up one day, struggling hard to get up in the morning. It manifests itself in the most physical way possible - I canāt breathe, I feel heavy. It becomes a chore to function. But realistically speaking, I donāt even have the privilege to actually dwell in that state. I have to work so I have to consciously push myself out of that hole.
Itās incredibly easy to bottle it up and carry it by yourself. You just isolate yourself from the world for a few days then you just go back to it like nothing happened.Ā For years, Iāve struggled to actually explain to people how I feel because I, myself, canāt even understand it. Believe me, I would if I could. And I try. I didnāt have a clue when the next Big Sad will come up and get me. When it will make me feel insecure. When it will suck out the will to live Iāve been hanging on to. When it will trick my brain into thinking that Iām not worthy of being loved. Itās hard to explain but I just feel it.Ā
But in love, there is no hiding. Love is knowing that someone wonāt always be the best version of themselves. Knowing and accepting that there are things that are out of control.Ā
When the world is stripped down and stage lights have been dimmed, Iāll be there - bare and confused. There are days when Avee is the Avee who canāt even bear yellow. Who struggles to move and get up. Who talks and talks and talks impulsively because sheās like that - her thoughts are always racing and sheās a person who constantly has to do everything. And these are the days when I have to feel loved the most.Ā
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My collective experience throughout more than two decades of being a human being made me realize that understanding is greater than love itself. Love isnāt enough. People love other people that they have yet to understand. Part of loving is choosing to continue to work to understand other people. It is trying and trying and trying. It wonāt easy but love really is the willingness to understand.
Ā When people burn bridges and say theyāre done, it roughly translates toĀ āI canāt (or donāt want to) understand you anymore.āĀ The reason many relationships fail is that, with time, they either feel that they arenāt able to understand the person they love or that they arenāt able to love what they understand about that person.
Love is empathy - to be able to see and walk through another personās shoes.Ā Understanding isnāt knowledge alone. Understanding is knowing and being able to relate ā itās being able to comprehend the logic that is behind the actions of the individual.
āIt is good to be loved. It is profound to be understoodā
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As of this writing, I felt like I needed to express my thoughts and feelings in some other form. Iāve been shifting and spiraling down back and forth for a few days now. Iāve been crying all week, I donāt even like how I look. This also serves as a form of accountability that I will try to get out of it starting today.Ā
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Intimacy In Times Of Covid
Howās your day today / I need my coffee / What did you eat for breakfast / I saw this meme and I thought of you / Do you want to play / Have you seen this movie / Haha look at my cat / This article / The government frustrates me / Did I tell you about my students today / Did I tell you what I cooked for lunch / What are you up to / Congrats on making it through the day / What show are you watching / Do you want to watch this crime docu with me / How have you been lately / Did you even take a bath today / I miss the gym / Sorry I was working out / Sorry I fell asleep / I should stop ordering stuff from Shopee / Hey I have kwento / Should I make banana bread / I am so demotivated / I made nice cold brew today / I had 4 hours of sleep / I had 2 hours of sleep / Do you know which song I got LSSed with this week / I am so tired / I have tea / Donāt you miss people / Sorry I fell asleep / Sorry I did it again and fell asleep on you
Ā My friends would always describe me as someone who has a lot of things to say. I can say that I am also a nice listener. A couple of years ago, I remember when a former SO called me and told me in detail about his venture to the grocery store, when he had just gone in for milk, and left with 20 other things, almost knocked something over, and also left without getting milk. āIām so sorry, Avee. That was such a boring story, basically, what Iām saying is that I didnāt get to eat cereal this morning!ā We had a laugh, and then I said, āI love you so I care about everything that happened at the grocery store!ā
Ā I want to know about you almost crashing your cart onto the Coke display. I want to know about your cereal and your lack of milk.
Ā Now, with the quarantine period, it feels like there are days when there is nothing new to talk about and report. There are mostly heavy uncertainty clouding my headspace, and the way we are able to connect with each other is with the littlest things. We show each other that we care by reaching out, talking about angst, not talking about angst. Sharing a meme. Asking for an opinion about that certain product thatās been in your cart for weeks.
Ā Intimacy is knowing about that grocery store trip.
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Groceries
I view marriage as a lifelong commitment to buy groceries for another person. Because of circumstances such as a city-wide drought and our dash of clingyness, Iāve spent two months living under the same roof as you. Yes, we bought groceries.Ā
Each week, we bought trays of eggs because theyāre your morning ritual. Every once in a while, we buy maple-cured bacon (you insist that bacon should always be maple-flavored and I rant at how this is the side of you being a Canadian peeking) Months after the breakup, I find myself refusing to buy bacon that isnāt maple-cured too.
We never figured out the right way to store vegetables, though last time, we cleaned out your refrigerator since youāve speculated that thereās already an ecosystem growing in there and true enough, we found soil that once used to be vegetables waiting to be used in our next dish.Ā
I sometimes donāt wash fruits but now that I think about it, we rarely bought fruits.Ā There was honesty in that house except for that Greek yogurt that was never eaten by ancient Greeks, though the wisdom of Aristotle is printed on the side - we are what we repeatedly do.
You repeatedly standing in front of the meat section calling. Me repeatedly staring at the gummy bear aisle.Ā
There were love poems everywhere but there in the canned goods section, you handed me a can of Spam and said ācook this for meā and I knew exactly what you mean.
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On solitary confinement
For the last 45 days (and counting), the only physical interaction I have been getting is from my cat. I'm holding on to my sanity by a thread and have been merely distracting myself as much as I could in this 25sqm condo unit.
I feel like I'm a Disney princess locked up in a high tower (I live on the 32nd floor, by the way) with an animal sidekick. I have found myself singing while cleaning. I've also have watched every home workout video on Youtube just to get myself moving in this small space. At least, when I'm tired, I won't be able to think of things surrounding my solitary confinement.
As a teacher working from home, I can't emphasize more on how learning is not limited to the four walls of the classroom. I have been learning a lot - Ā that you need to defrost meat before you fry, that a plunger is an essential tool to have inside your home, vegetables rot, and that it's hard to build a body out of words and pixelated images. My family and friends would check up on me from time to time but there are days when you just feel like it isn't enough. I watch rom-coms on Netflix to pass the time and I have found myself thinking, "I want to be hugged like that," or " I want someone to hold my hand like that." My solitary confinement has amplified my aloneness that I have been feeling for the past few months.
I couldn't help wondering how amazing it is to have someone who genuinely cares. I can't help wondering how it feels to unconditionally love someone and feel loved back. I can't help wondering how it feels to have butterflies, and even the whole zoo, in my stomach whenever someone kisses you and hugs you and treats you right.
Beyond the other side of the chaos and loneliness, I have found myself in a quiet space, a place where I'm learning to be contented with my own company. To seek validation and reassurance from no one, but myself. So, for now, I'll just hug my cat.
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6:59 AM
by Shane Koyczan
Iāve been told
that people in the army
do more by 7:00 AM
than I do
in an entire day,
but if I wake
at 6:59 AM
and turn to you
to trace the outline of your lips
with mine,
I will have done enough
and killed no one
in the process.
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Piaget
For years, I have been making double glances just to reassure myself that someone is still there. We wake up anxious and wandering if the other person has not left, each petting the sheet just to be sure.
I have learned back in college that thereās such as thing as object permanence - the understanding that objects continue to exist even when they cannot be seen, touched, or sensed in some way. In line with this, thereās also object constancy. One must learn to accept that a person can be simultaneously a loving presence and a separate individual who could walk away.Ā
How are we supposed to rest our fear of abandonment?Ā
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Because I have so much love to give...
He is familiar to me. It surprises me how Iāve grown accustomed to routine ruptures in my solitude: the smell of his laundry detergent on borrowed items of clothing, the way he manages to insert liberalism into every conversation, his white boy playlist I found myself listening to lately, the tiny thoughts in my head taking notes of his schedule of duty - though inevitable intruded on still by endless march of everyday concerns.
Some other time, he tells me, when I apologize for my work disturbing us, with me constantly being chased by deadlines and paperworks to cram. Some other time, I tell him, when he tells me he canāt make it because of night duties. By now, the expected course of things because we tend to get busy, certain enough I already accounted for it.
There is no reason to hurry, no rush in longing, perhaps once there was, but now that is replaced by reassurance that I never needed to beg for. Reassurance that we will find ourselves in a surplus of hours. This does not need to be said.
I joke (and sometimes most of my friends too) that we live in each otherās houses. We laze around each otherās homes: sitting on the couch while binge-watching Netflix, doing the groceries and cooking. Meals eaten in-between naps, half-watched movies, crispy Spam. We make plans that are actually plans or sometimes think about going out but discarding them to settle in our comfortable routine. We are busy, we are tired - it is the contentment of easy companionship that we return and return to, the knowledge that some things, at least, can be merely themselves, certain.
Beyond the other side of the newness of emotions, I have found myself in a quiet space, perhaps a place more of a yellow flush than burn, but one I am gluttonous enough to call ours as though I could hold it steady.
He makes me write when Iām happy.
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