All posts filed under: Something personal

013. Another proof of life post.

Published by Layla

  Here I am, bag and baggage, and to be honest, I’m not going to give any reasons for the prolonged, unannounced hiatus. Life has a funny way of sneaking up on us, and it has done so with me many times. I’m still processing it. There are days that I just want to cry, there are days that I am filled with rage; like the carpet or rug has been pulled from under me, and I am not happy about it. Two months ago, my mother joined our Creator. While I knew it was going to happen at some point, I wasn’t ready for it. None of us were. I was hoping she would rally through, but here we are. But I do have to remind myself that she is now healed, happy and whole, and reunited with my father, whom she loved very much. My world would be a different place without her in it now, but she is in a better place now. Where there is no pain or suffering. I’m taking …

012. Sorry, I just couldn’t shake this off.

Published by Layla

Trigger warning: suicide. A few weeks ago, my work friends and I encountered huge traffic on our way home, which was an understatement. We checked in on Waze, to see what was going on. And we found out that someone committed suicide somewhere near where we live. It made me think about a lot of things. First off, about the person who committed suicide. Of course, I don’t know him or her, but I can only imagine how he must have felt like. That he or she is already in a dark place, and of course, the pandemic didn’t make things better. But I uttered a short, silent prayer that God will take care of that person, and make sure that he or she will be okay.

010. January I love you, but you’re freaking me out.

Published by Layla

Ah, the new year! Brand new beginnings, fresh starts, and all that, but I’m beginning to think that January feels like an eternity, yet I keep myself in check, lest the whole year will spin as fast as a Beyblade that’s out of control. Does that make sense? God, I hope so. 2023 was a rollercoaster. It’s a rollercoaster that I do not want to get back on to again. Let me be a bit honest here–the year has been a bloody stressful year. Sure, it has helped me grow and branch out, but it wore me out. It did. It’s not a year that I would wish for my worst enemy to stay in. January feels very much like an extension of 2023. One of my aunts passed away almost a week ago, and while I have more or less accepted her transition from earth to heaven, it doesn’t stop me from feeling the loss very keenly. She has been a huge part of my life–she taught me so much about art, literature, and …