Of Lessons (L)earned
I spent Php180,000 in one day. It was too many to spend in a day. Too many to spend in a week. Too many to spend in a month. And probably too many to spend in a year. My thinking is a mess. My emotions' a mess. My sleep is a mess. My eating is a mess. Everything right now is a mess since Pepper's death. Two weeks after and I am grieving stronger than ever. And I really just want it to stop, but I can't. It's too painful, that sometimes I catch myself crying at night. I clench my jaws and my fists simultaneously, hoping the sadness goes away. Even with medication, my sleep is always broken and I feel not well-rested. It signifies that I am currently experiencing emotional dysregulation. According to National Institutes of Health (NIH), emotional dysregulation is defined as patterns of emotional experience or expression that interfere with goal-directed activity. You see, growing up, I never had any emotional support from our parents. What I was going through, I went thr...
