Category: Photography
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motherhood by extension my helper
Dear Nanny, The world may call you “the helper,”“the house girl,”“the caregiver.” But to me,you became something bigger. You became home. You were the onewho tied my shoelaces in the morning,wiped my tears after small disasters,checked if I had eaten,covered me with a blanket when I slept on the couch. And somewhere between ordinary moments,you…
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Dear Mom, I am honestly really sorry
Dear Mom, I used to think strengthlooked like loud voices,big titles,people with power. But then I watched you. I watched you wake up tiredand still continue.I watched you carry pain in silenceso the house could still feel warm.I watched you turn “we don’t have enough”into “we will be okay.” And somehow…we always were. Dear Mom,you…
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The powerful parable of talents.
There was a timewe thought success was noise,followers, numbers, applause,a life that looks good on a screen. But life has a wayof logging you outand asking you questionsno one else can answer for you. Like,what did you do with what you had? See, this story isn’t old.It’s happening right now. Three people,same opportunity knocking,but not…
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Intense truth I learnt on toxic powerful work life
Let me tell you the truthno one posts about, Sometimes you don’t leave.Not because you’re weak,but because life has its handswrapped tightly around your choices. Bills don’t care about your mental health.Responsibility doesn’t wait for healing.And survival…survival has a way of making even the strongest people stayin places that are slowly breaking them. So you…
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Powerful Toxic bosses who make work life terrible
I’ve met bosseswho never raised their voice—but still managed to silence entire rooms. Not with shouting,but with looks that said,“Know your place.” And we did. We learned quicklythat respect in that spacewas not mutual—it was demanded. You didn’t earn it.You performed for it. Every day felt like an auditionfor a role you were already hired…
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Painful survival mode at work
We didn’t walk into work,we walked into survival. Every morning felt like signing a quiet agreementthat today, again,we would shrink ourselvesjust to keep a paycheck alive. We found ourselves in placeswhere silence was safer than honesty,where speaking up felt like handing in your own resignation letterbefore you even sat down. They never told us our…
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No one is to be blamed for your healing
I once carried many excuses. They felt comfortable. They sounded reasonable. I told myself life would have been different If my parents had done better. I believed my background had already decided my limits. I blamed friends for choices that later became my regrets. Those thoughts stayed with me for years. They felt like protection.…