|One of many firsts. My spelling at three.|
With so much to put into paper, having the personal courage to start writing again is somehow an achievement. I tried to look at different possibilities and even, opportunities by the time I start to write regularly. For so long, I have been thinking of getting my feet back unto journalism and take advantage of my gift for the written words. Somehow it is one way of telling my mom she didn’t have to regret teaching me how to write way ahead of everyone else in the family. That was when I was three.
|Strange writing system. One of my incomprehensible writing at two.|
Many of us might think that trying to outlive the bad memories make the pain go away. This, however, never worked for me. I think that the more I try not to think about the things, the stronger they shout to my brain. People have control over their lives, but I think memories not given proper closures are more haunting. Believing that there is no way out of trouble than facing it, I accommodate the memories that are coming back, put them down into paper, set them aside and read them when my mind is clear enough. Now there are lesser things for my brain to handle.
|Local media gig. One of my articles as a junior journalist.|