Hello 2026.

And 2026 was beautiful...

Last year was… a lot. And I don’t say that lightly.

I remember sitting down and listening to a doctor calmly explain cardiomyopathy, rest, stress management, and all those big-big medical grammar. And in my head I was like, okay, I know I’m stressed, but is it physical now? Is it that bad?
Because there’s stressed and then there’s “your body is now filing a formal complaint” stressed.

That moment forced me to pause. Not dramatically. Not spiritually. Just quietly asking myself if I had been too busy surviving to actually listen to myself.

So I promised myself something simple:
I will be better. I will do better.

Then life, as usual, decided to humble me.

Imagine my shock when someone reached out and said that when they hugged me, they perceived that I was heartbroken.
I said ahn ahn… wait.
I thought we had passed this stage?
Pa, are we telling our secrets to the world now?

But that moment stayed with me.

Because maybe I had been “okay” on the surface, functional, laughing, moving… but still carrying things I never properly unpacked. And I realized something uncomfortable but powerful: God is mindful of me. And maybe He’s tired of me pretending I’m fine by myself. Maybe He wants me to talk. To say things out loud. To stop compressing emotions into silence and calling it strength.

You might be wondering, what about Teminikan?
Ah.
We are waiting for PA on that one because omooo… let me just keep quiet.
Silence is also wisdom sometimes.

For now, I’m just here to say Happy New Year. And to announce that this year, we’re doing naked and unashamed with our thoughts, our questions, our healing, and whatever is on Pa’s mind concerning us. No more pretending. No more carrying everything alone and calling it maturity.

Oh, before I go, I made a new friend in church a few weeks ago.
And let’s say… I’ve been laughing a lot lately.

And honestly?
That alone feels like a miracle worth documenting.

Hello again.
I’m back.