Writing about my own life is not as easy as it sounds.

It gives me a hard time. Every time I try to write, I feel no spark at all. I sit in front of my computer with a heavy heart and a blank screen. My thoughts are there, but I can’t get them out.

I haven’t posted anything in over three months. I felt like giving up, but deep down, I didn’t want to. Aside from being my bread and butter, I still want to write. Writing is like letting go of the heavy feelings I’ve been carrying. Writing helps me breathe a little easier. Although I did write tidbits in my diary or journal - whatever you call it. Still, it is different from writing on this blog.

Tattooing a part of my body is not my thing. Although, my cousins and little brother have it, I do not have it. And then something happened in my life that had changed my mind. At that time, my heart is full of pain that I do not know what to do with it.

It so happened that a neighbor asked a Tattoo artist for home service. That's when I decide to have a tattoo. I choose a little broken heart on my right hand. It was like putting all the pain I felt in it.