Sunday, August 28, 2016

Baring myself; reclaiming my voice

Where did my voice go?

This hit me last Sunday, August 28, as I sat inside the Ballroom 1 of Raffles Hotel in Makati City, listening to authors young and old featured in the session “Stranger than Fiction: How Real Life Shapes Stories” of The Philippine Writers and Readers Festival 2016.

I couldn’t have wished to be in any other room that day. I was put there for a reason.

Because as the authors explained how they write to express themselves—be it in poetry, essay, chick lit, etc.—I came to the realization that I had stopped writing for myself.

It might sound selfish but no. Opening up had become so difficult for me now.

To think that when I started blogging back in college, I was always so carefree and feisty. I would write whatever it was that I felt and post it for the world (wide web) to read—or not read. It did not matter. What mattered was that I have released my thoughts and emotions through written word.

And then I graduated and entered the real world—ha! Talk about cliché.

But you’d probably tell me: “You are a writer. What’s the matter?”

Correct. I was a lifestyle reporter for the oldest newspaper in the country. To finish Journalism was one thing, but to actually practice it was another. I was living the dream.

For five years, I enjoyed everything. Every little bit of it, I am grateful for. The hardships, the teachings and trainings, the people I met along the way.

But in journalism, I was always telling the stories of others. I devoted my all to it: time, energy, creativity.

That was when I lost my voice. That was when I have kept myself to myself.

So read me now as I bare myself and reclaim my voice.




Last week, I bumped into one of my favorite columnists. She told me afterwards, “You are always so positive.”

True and false.

For those who have known me long enough to actually know me, I am generally a happy and optimistic person. But because I have already formed this image to the public, I sometimes portray this image just for show.

Because in the past year, I have gone through some of the darkest days of my life.

Still, I would show up smiling and laughing. Don’t get me wrong, if I acted as such, then I meant it. It’s just that I very seldom and shortly reveal that defeated part of me.

I would just cry at night, and then manage to be better in the morning.

But what was the cause of all of this, clearly there must be something?

Back-to-back heartaches. Whoa!!! Viola!!! O yeah.

Nagulat ka ba? Sana naman! I would get disappointed if not.

Kidding aside, I had thankfully managed to pick my heart back in place. Unfortunately though, a tinge of paranoia was left. Sometimes, I get scared and confused as shit. Such restless heart, indeed.

That’s just the way it is now. My only resolve is that happiness is a choice. And I will still choose to be happy like I have always been.

***

Hopefully, in my next essay, I would be talking about something more meaningful than sugarcoats and heartbeats. Like how it’s so difficult to live but so easy to get judged as a woman in the Filipino society? #Soon. 

2 comments:

  1. I am a fan of your writing though our blogs are different from one another. While mine greatly talks about me, my adventures, and my thoughts, yours have always been informative and on point. I like that. But I would love to hear "you" from now on. Excited. :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you Lhen! Ako na 'to! Hehehe! :D #pagbabalikloob

      Delete