Hey, beautiful soul. I’m so glad you found me.
This space is for people just like you and me—wistful, searching, over-feeling. In here, we’re not ashamed of the dirty, broken stuff. In here, we tell the truth as we know it.
I’m Apple. Yep—like the fruit.
Twelve years a twelve-year old; lovechild of sea and sky, of words and wishing, of old souls and young minds; all kinds of feelings squeezed into a tiny, tiny body. I use words and heart-and-soul creativity to speak to and through my deepest struggles, and to write a more meaningful life for myself.
The universe shifted against me when I broke my heart and lost my passion. And then it happened again. I met depression over and over, and I couldn’t find the hands or hearts I needed from people just like me. Online spaces became less about our own truths and more about buzzwords and brands, and suddenly the stories I wanted to tell didn’t fit into the “marketplace.”
I write with the hope that there is still a place on the world wide web for people to open up to one another, to comfort and cheer each other on above the curated stories, the branded photos, the false impressions, and the competition.
This blog is all about:
+ the stops and turns of my life as I fight for my emotional well-being. You’ll find here heartfelt letters, confessions, diary entries, and lists of all that my heart contains.
+ lessons, guides, resources and tips for mental health care, awareness and recovery. I care deeply about mental health issues, and I believe in people supporting and protecting each other.
+ explorations of different art forms and topics my hands may wander into. I will allow myself to learn again and again in a world that insists I should know it all by now.
My dream is to help you find your own heart-and-soul voice to tell your story with, and to help you tell it well. Or even just to be there for you as you find that kind of purpose for yourself.
“…that clumsy human being, always loving…”
I am a writer and artist from Manila, day and night, mind and body. I adore stories, but I still believe the world revolves around people and their humanity. I cannot help but care too much about making this world a better place somehow.
I wrestle hard to criticize what the world obsesses with, like happiness, productivity, success. Instead, I believe in doing what makes you better, in life inside of coffee shops, and in singing along to the music that raised you. I believe in keeping people safe, but also in tough love, and in saying what you need to say.
I have bouts of depression I try very hard to fight, but I have a big voice when I love when I’m talking about and I have a really pretty smile when you catch me with my walls down.
I would really, really like it if you stayed.