Merry Christmas, everyone! I know this is a bit late and I’ve been on some kind of a hiatus for a couple of days without any warning post of sorts.
So maybe I owe everyone an explanation: My last work day of the year was on December 20 and that week was also the busiest as we’ve got a deadline to meet. It was also my first time staying up all night just to wait for our documents to be released.
After that week, it’s been my family’s tradition to spend Christmas at my grandparents’ house in Tagaytay. Aside from having limited access to the internet, we were all too busy preparing for Noche Buena and going places.
So setting all the explanation aside, I hope all of you have had an awesome Christmas! My cousins and I spent Christmas Eve watching Doctor Sleep while having a couple of drinks with my aunt and uncle over our DIY Samgyupsal.
Here’s a photo of what our little Noche Buena looked like:
Growing up, I was never allowed to go out with friends on Friday night outs or movie nights. So I ended up spending most of my Friday nights (and weekends) inside my room exploring the world through the magic of books. I find solace in the fact that even when I don’t get to go out all that much, I get to learn things about places I’ve never been to.
Now, I am, by no means, the best writer in the world nor do I claim to be — I don’t think I am even half there. There are still so much room for improvement, learning, and more practice.
Writing, for me, is not only a hobby that I cannot let go of but my way of pouring out my thoughts and feelings. I find it therapeutic; the way it helps me clear my mind and make me feel like someone is listening even though I am only facing this blank, white page that will soon be filled with my words. Continue reading →
How does one really find the courage to write about their mental breakdowns and anxieties? How do other people really make it go away?
I thought I was doing good; this always happens to me. One day I feel perfectly okay, I go on like that for days — months even. Then suddenly I encounter something that stresses me out and it just comes back without any warning. Sometimes, it’s just the little things that upsets me so much I end up making all these fucked up scenarios in my head and the loop starts all over again.
Writing about this, I feel like I am showing a part of me that I don’t really acknowledge all that much. A part of me that I’ve been dealing with for so long; battles that I’ve been fighting alone for years.
So, why am I really writing about this now? I think I came across something that triggered it today; I wouldn’t go into detail but I was very upset I needed to force myself to stop shaking. It hasn’t been as intense as that in quite a while.
But this post is not about what triggered me, but about how I would like to give myself a pat on the back for not breaking down even though I feel like all my insides are shaking. I would like to give myself credit fo trying so hard to be okay all throughout the day. It was like I spent the whole day fighting all those monsters; keeping myself occupied, just so I wouldn’t have to overthink.
I’m all alone inside my room now, and instead of dwelling into things that I cannot change, I just focus on how I managed the day and how I can win this constant battle against my thoughts.
I can still remember vividly the first time I signed up for Blogger — it was almost the summer of my sophomore year in high school and I was just plain bored, but I ended up not writing anything there at all. Then, sometime in 2009, I found out about Tumblr. Again, I signed up using eyesthatsparkle as my blog name (because When You Look Me In the Eyes by Jonas Brothers was still my favorite song at the time) but eventually changed it to dustypromises on the same year. Here’s a little secret: I always find it hard to think of a cool username for each of my accounts; so when I felt comfortable with dustypromises, I never changed my blog name ever.
It was also back in 2009 when I discovered bloggers like Kryz Uy, Tricia Gosingtian, and Laureen Uy who are now considered pioneers in the blogosphere — I’ve wanted to get my own domain ever since. So I continued blogging and I cannot count the number of times I researched on domains, where to get one, how much would it cost, should I opt for hosting, etc. Maybe hundreds of times or so, but who am I kidding? I was still a student, even saving up for birthday presents for family and friends were a struggle at the time.
But today is a game-changer — to celebrate my 10 years in the blogosphere, I am excited (and very happy) to announce that Dustypromises is now a dot-com! After literally a decade of dreaming of a domain, I finally purchased one for my blog!
P.S. I would like to thank and send virtual hugs and kisses to my ever supportive boyfriend for helping me make this decade-long dream come true — from transferring all my content from Tumblr to WordPress to choosing and customizing my theme to finally getting my very own domain. Thank you and I love you!
P.P.S. I am still working on my logo. So I apologize for my photo being constantly displayed whenever I share my blog posts on Twitter, Facebook, etc.