Elijah Nicolle

Photosource:  https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/517914025909176780/ It's me.   Yup she's that girl. The talented one. The pretty one. The intelligent one. The great one. The brave one. The strong one. The versatile one.  The idea they had of me, who was she? Little did they know the real me.  Yes, being praised by many gives me such a feeling sometimes, but that doesn't mean that everyone is just barely giving me praises.  Behind those praises there hides some envy.  Behind those praises there hides some judgements.  Behind those praises there hides some insecurity.  Behind those envy there hides some curses.  No matter how many friends I have , no matter how many times my family tells me that I am loved, no matter how many people admire me, I still have nothing. I still know nothing. I still don't exist. Nobody's knows that I am drowning, and when I am drowning that's the moment where I could only breathe.  Nobody hear me. They say I'm a gre...

  An open letter to all the "Mommy" "mom" "mame" "inay" "nay" "mama" "mamhshi" "mother earth" "mudrakels" out there and of course to my mother, my grandmas, single mothers and to all kinds of mommas all over the world!  Dear mom, mame, mommy, nay, inay, mama, I know being a mother is more than just bearing a child, it is a 24/7 responsibility  and a promise of a lifetime.   I know sometimes there comes a point that you just want to give up, because you super stressed about too many problems, and you feel that you cannot handle things in control anymore, but you always choose to stand up, and fight for your family.  You've always been a resilient one.  Despite of the times of trials, you always choose to be brave, and handle a fake smile to carry on for your children. We may rarely hear you complain about everything, but I know you were all tired physically, mentally and emotionally...