Tag: mental health
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Have you heard of sleep hygiene?
I went for my regular check-up and my doctor asked, “Do you practice sleep hygiene?” And I confidently said: “You mean shower before sleep?” The doctor: 🙃 The table: 🙃 The chair: 🙃 The monitor: 🙃 The curtain: 🙃
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5 Fingers…
My child came home from school today and shared something that weighed heavily on him. He said he’s been feeling down because some classmates are still teasing him for appearing in my content before. Others criticise what he posts on social media. Nothing inappropriate, nothing wrong — just random things he enjoys sharing. And then…
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When My Body Is Awake but My Brain Is Not
My thoughts on sleeplessness and sleep that’s never truly restful.
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Growing Pain
Growing up, ada sorang lady in my life ni yang selalu sangat cakap I bukan waris just because I’m a daughter instead of a son. It started lepas we all pindah Penang, when I was around 9 or 10. Before that, we lived in Tanjung Karang dekat family belah my mom, and I memang manja…
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Schadenfreude
If there’s one thing I wish I’d known when I was younger, it’s that not everyone is truly rooting for your success. Some think they are — but deep down, they find pleasure in seeing you go through a rough patch. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I realised this, but it must’ve been sometime…
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Thanks for the Silent Treatment—I Needed the Silence Anyway
I once got the silent treatment. Was it in 2018 or 2019? I honestly can’t remember anymore. And all because I chose to be firm. At that time, we were already struggling financially. Just enough to cover our commitments—barely a cent more. Then, during what was supposed to be routine maintenance, my house was damaged…
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Why People Pleasers End Up Drained
One of the most important lessons I’ve learnt is this: it’s perfectly okay to say no when someone asks for a favour. In fact, you need to say no every now and then. Because here’s how it usually plays out: The first time you say yes, they’re grateful. The second time, it becomes expected. The…
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I Wasn’t Allowed to Cry
I wasn’t allowed to cry. When I first saw my mom — Lifeless, lying in the emergency room — I cried softly and whispered, “Liya tak sempat jumpa mak.” But he said I shouldn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. If I did, it meant I was against God’s will. If I did, it meant I didn’t…
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I Wasn’t Allowed to Cry
I wasn’t allowed to cry. When I first saw my mom — Lifeless, lying in the emergency room — I cried softly and whispered, “Liya tak sempat jumpa mak.” But he said I shouldn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. If I did, it meant I was against God’s will. If I did, it meant I didn’t…
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When Silence Becomes the Strongest Answer
Have you ever encountered someone who is not a close family or friend, neither a client — who gets triggered if they can’t send you a private message, or if you don’t reply to them? I have. IT.WAS.NOT.PLEASANT. When I didn’t entertain her private message, she went the extra mile to get my attention in…
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