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A Journal Entry #2: ‘A Visitor’ Personal Essay | Written By: Solellie ✍🏻

I've always been silence, like the full-blown echoes of a deafening void. Empty. Miserable. Full of mystery.

That's how I've seen life before; trapped in a tread, locked in a battle, wandering a graveyard of my own system. The world spun around me endlessly; I was always rushing, always the bigger one, the tough one, the bold one, the resilient one. I should have known better. I should have acted in line, more graceful, natural, in control. But how long could I stay that way?

I'm weary. "Tired" is not enough to capture the exhaustion inside me. I'm drained. They leave me empty. I always give and give, but I'm never the one who receives. They hand me their hearts, and I hold them carefully—scared to lose my grip, scared to let them slip. I've always seen hearts as fragile things, cradling them closely, dearly, safely. Until they bleed mine dry. They hold it carelessly, take everything, twist it, scar it—cruelly.

Not until I learned to hold my own heart. To choose my battles. To know what I want. To live without owing anyone an explanation or a hand. I let it kill me, bleed me, exhaust me until I learned my love, my ways. Until I learned not to turn back, to walk straight ahead without looking over my shoulder. That's when I discerned what was mine from the start and what was meant to leave. It's true;

"The wrong people will keep disappointing you until you realize it's not for you to hold onto."

So let them go. Free them. Free your heart from recklessness, from the baggage you're not meant to carry.

There will always be love, a place, a home waiting for you.

The people who put you down, degrade you, call you incapable—the love that questions your entire being, stop making space for them. Stop serving them a plate at a table that is not yours. In human existence, what life lacks is not maturity. In this generation, what's missing is accountability: owning your words, your costs, your actions. People always say, when they've hurt you, "Hindi ko sinasadya; I just said the wrong phrase." No, they don't mean that, they're just making excuses.

You don't wait for their apology. They said it. They set it. They made it clear. It's not the words; It’s who they choose to be. Walk away, firmly. Don't make excuses for them—it will kill you slowly, drown you. What this world lacks is not maturity, but humanity and empathy. You don't have to be in their shoes to see how hard it is for them—or for you.

You don't get to tell someone how they should have felt, because you weren't there to feel it. So let them. Let them. Walk away and close that door. There will be another day for you.

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A Journal Entry #1: "The Fire That Keeps Us Alive: Dreams Beyond the Ladder" | Written By: Solellie ✍🏻

Growing up, I always asked myself, How do people truly live? How can they say they've lived rightly? That they've lived sufficiently? That they've lived authentically—in the way they truly wanted?

But then a moment hits you, You chose how you lived. People choose their own paths. You choose your passion. You choose what you're willing to die for.

In reality, though, some experience the opposite—due to a lack of options, practicality, or settling for what's available. Life is so complex; it's fascinating and ironic. In this country, if you're just someone clinging to the lower rungs of the ladder, they tell you, "Hanggang diyan ka lang" (That's as far as you'll go). Those hit with cruel phrases, judgments, and underestimating comments are seen as limited—limited in choices, dreams, and potential. Rarely are they recognized as agents of change, as standouts brimming with ability.

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But for those at the top, the elite of the ladder? They hear, "Marami kang pwedeng marating" (You can achieve so much). Honestly, they have the means to choose, to be limitless, to turn possibilities into reality. Even skills and talents can be bought into position with money—they never have to settle for less, surrounded by endless chances.

That's the sad reality of life. Sometimes, the world is not on our side. But I hold onto that line from the book and series Anne with an E: "Dreamers change the world." It's not wrong to dream big for yourself, to aim high despite scarce options. As they say, "Libre lang mangarap" (Dreaming is free). But if you want it, you can make it happen.

Dreams are what ignite your soul—they burn you, keep the fire alive in your heart and mind. They scorch the chaos, the norms, the standards, fueling you to chase what makes you eager to live. They reveal what you're truly capable of, no matter your options. Don't let people stop you or box you in with "You're just there." Make your mark. Put a period on doubt.

Dreamers are the ones who search and wander until they find the true essence of living. You are your own anchor, the only one who sets your destination, draws your line, and writes your end. So when you finally see it, maybe. just maybe—you can say from your own lips; "I've truly lived my life to the fullest."

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‘The Lights Along The Way’ — based on the song of IV of Spades ‘Ilaw sa Daan’ | Written By Solellie. ✍🏻💡

Do you ever wonder how you were made? Not scientifically, but in the human sense—in the context of life.

We are always told how children are made, how they are raised, and how they are brought into this world. But rarely do we ask how children learn to carve their own space within it.

And sometimes, I wonder about something more specific.

How was the eldest daughter made?

I believe every child in a family holds a position—an experience; an identity shaped quietly over the years. But the eldest daughter often grows into something more than just a child.

She becomes the one who learns responsibility early.

The one who observes before she speaks.

The one who carries things that were never meant for a child to carry.

And as the eldest daughter, I often ask myself:

How was I created?

How was I formed?

How did I become truly myself, beyond just how they raised me?

If I were to answer that question, I see myself as a light.

A light bulb.

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Always there yet rarely noticed.

Always present yet quietly expected to keep shining.

I was there—giving light to a tiring life, illuminating spaces where darkness tried to settle. Sometimes the light was appreciated. Sometimes it was simply expected.

But at the end of the day, when the room grew quiet and everyone had gone to rest, I was still the one left shining through the night.

Just like a light bulb on the ceiling of a silent room.

The strange thing about being the one who gives light is that people rarely ask if the light itself is tired. They simply expect it to keep shining.

And sometimes, it does.

But sometimes the light grows lonely.

There were nights when my only companions were the empty room, the moon, and the stars—sharing the same quiet darkness with me.

Still, I remained.

Because just like a light bulb needs wires to work, I too needed something that kept me going. A heart connected by veins that carried love and care to the people around me.

So I gave what I could.

Hope.

Warmth.

Light.

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The kind of light that keeps people awake.

The kind that keeps things alive.

But I was rarely the one being lit.

I was the companion to everyone else's darkness. Yet when it came to me, I was only the light bulb in the ceiling of an empty room.

So slowly, I learned something.

I learned how to raise myself.

How to bring my own light.

How to turn on when darkness appears.

Not because someone taught me—but because the night demanded it.

And there I remained—fixed in the ceiling of an empty room.

Still shining.

Still waiting.

Waiting for someone to offer me the same light I have spent my life giving to the world.

Or perhaps, one day, realizing that the light I have been searching for has always lived within me.

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Reflective Essay on Mental Health - nursing assignment, the Reflective process in nursing practice is essential in ensuring that the right skills are learned and into-operated into practice. In this reflective essay, I have highlighted my reflection on older persons' mental health nursing practice and knowledge of the pathophysiology of nursing health towards the provision of care. This reflective essay outlays my nursing skills in health care practice and supportive skills which are key in nursing practice towards elderly care with health diseases.

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A Reflection Of Realization In The Film ‘Prayer for Bobby’

We all accept and adjust in different ways; some of us do so before it's too late, while others do so when it is already too late. I could not blame them because everyone approaches things differently but the good thing is we learn from it. Just like the mother in the movie Prayers for Bobby, when her child came out to her and the family, she did not take it seriously and thought that her child was just unwell and that prayers could cure it.

As I watch the film, I can't help but feel irritated with the mother for her disrespect and lack of comprehension of the situation but then again I can’t blame her since we all have differences when it comes to certain situations and given that the life in her past was really different now. They were once a happy family until it became full of misunderstanding and chaos when Bobby came out. Some family members, especially the mother, had a very different interpretation of what happened and think it was all in Bobby's head. The mother's reactions to Bobby coming out are different. She begins to pray in front of a sleeping Bobby because she thinks that prayer would provide the cure, she starts persuading Bobby to visit a church because she thinks that it will benefit Bobby, and she does many other absurd things. I come to understand throughout the film that even though the mother is being insensitive about Bobby, she is still in pain because, as I have already mentioned, her life in the past was very different from ours, and as a result, her views are distinct from ours.

When Bobby passed away, I realized that the mother went through the Kubler-Ross Five Stages of Grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. She experiences denial in a way she imagined, and sees that Bobby is still living with them in the house, she even sees him in her dreams. Anger by blaming and thinking that someone is to blame for Bobby's death or she is just angry with everything since she can’t accept what happened. She engaged in a kind of bargaining in which she was filled with regrets, depression in which she begins to yearn for Bobby, and acceptance in which she makes a change and accepts her child and what has happened. All of this happened to me after my grandfather passed away. I experienced anger because I realized I didn't have as much time and bond with him because we lived so far away from him, and it made me feel so annoyed with myself. I also experienced denial because I was hoping he would just appear in front of me or that I would suddenly see him. Along with these things, I also went through depression and, most significantly, acceptance. Since there was no other way to have my heart at peace, I eventually learnt to accept it.

Throughout the whole movie I came to the realization that managing emotions can be incredibly difficult. Because of our emotions, we frequently do things we really did not want to do or did not mean to do. Emotions can always be our enemy and it is up to us how we will handle it. I also acknowledged the fact that, despite the difficulty, we must learn to adapt to and accept some situations and things. Even though accepting and adjusting can be very difficult, doing so will always lead to positive outcomes. Learning that two things in our lives will truly help us, it will help in our mental development, and it may teach us a lot of lessons. The movie really taught me to be considerate and accepting towards others and always enjoy the time you have with others because you never know when it would be too late.