Overprikkeling is als een storm die in je hoofd woedt. Geluiden komen te hard binnen, als een tsunami van decibellen die je overspoelt en je doet verdrinken in een zee van ruis. Licht is teveel, als een zon die te fel schijnt en je verblindt, waardoor je je ogen moet sluiten en je jezelf moet terugtrekken in de schaduw.
Gesprekken volg je niet meer, als een radiosignaal dat verstoord wordt door interferentie, waardoor de woorden in je hoofd verdwijnen en je verloren loopt in een doolhof van gedachten. Hersenmist, als een dikke nevel die je hersenen bedekt en je verward maakt, waardoor je niet meer weet waar je bent en wat er om je heen gebeurt.
Overprikkeling kan je heel ziek maken, als een virus dat zich in je lichaam nestelt en je helemaal overneemt. Het kan je alleen laten voelen, als een verlaten eiland waar niemand je kan bereiken en je vastzit in je eigen gedachten. Maar vooral kan overprikkeling je onbegrepen laten voelen, als een vreemdeling in een wereld die te snel, te luid en te fel voor je is. Het is als een schreeuw om hulp die niet gehoord wordt, als een stil verdriet dat verborgen blijft.
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“Our ancestors have invented, we can at least innovate.” ― Amit Kalantri
DISCLAIMER! As a heads up, I want to let you know that I am still learning about my roots, my family, and my ancestors' stories. I am NOT an expert, but I will continue to do my research and share my findings with all of you.
For those who don't know, June is officially Filipino Heritage Month in Canada (and recently in Ontario)! It has brought so much joy and pride knowing that the Filipinx community is being recognized for their contributions from coast to coast.
As a Filipina-Canadian who was born and raised as an immigrant on a beautiful land called Turtle Island (settler-colonially known as North America) -- I do acknowledge that my family and I are guests in Canada and my roots are from the Philippines. Part of my roots is from Northern Philippines in a province known as Abra.
It turns out, I am a descendant of an Indigenous Mountainous Tribe called Tingguian (meaning People in the Mountains) due to my paternal-grandmother. My ancestors had tattoos on their bodies with beautiful meanings (including beauty and honour). They were able to hunt and fish for food and weave baskets and dye the fabrics for clothing.
1-2 years ago, I was able to order a dark poncho made by the Tingguians in Abra via Pinas Sadya (a local Filipino shop). When it arrived On the front, it had red threads sewn on the borders while there are four frogs from all four directions (N, S, E, & W) facing the star in the middle on both sides. Based on what I was told: "The weaves with frogs are typically worn during the rainy season. It is the belief of the tribe that it pleases the gods and will give them a bountiful harvest". From that point on, I knew that I would wear it in April each year for April showers (and May flowers lol).
Overall, I am happy and grateful that I am a descendant of the Tingguian tribe. This is a really cool fact that not a lot of people know about me. To be honest, I don't blame them. Every day is a new learning opportunity and I see it with a glass half full. I'm so happy that I found out how my ancestors were like prior to Spain's colonial invasion. However; I wish my grandmother was still here to tell me how much she knows. As the granddaughter of the Seeker of knowledge and wisdom, I am living up to her name by learning and asking questions of my ancestors' past and their way of life. When I have kids in the future, I will be sure to tell them about this part from my side. It is important to learn about the past in order to have a better future for all of humanity.
p.s. Please let me know if you or anyone knows where I can get more clothing made by the Tingguians. I would love to wear more clothing made by them ♥.
Do you ever feel like u can’t get out of bed like ur tethered in a way. And not in a way in which u want to be but in a way that feels constricting? But there’s nothing u can do about it? The pain is worse today than normal days. Some days it makes me question how much longer will this go on? How long can I live like this?
