The weight of missing – AURORA

there is always this profound hollow feeling in my chest that probably will never go away. it feels like you are still here with us, that everything we do is with your existence. i still have the habit of searching for you many times during the day but i just can’t find you anywhere. anymore.

who do I call now when I’m in immense pain? — i’ve realized that now as i call you these restless nights because it’s just how i cry. a child crying for mommy when she’s upset. but how does it work for me now when it’s the pain of missing you??? please tell me how.


Sunday constipation post: a heavy dump #4

(Just random thoughts that need releasing, in no particular order)

Marking the 10th day of living in the hospital and staying up all night 🎉 Lots of thinking, lots of reflections, zero sleep.

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Grief. I grieve my memories of my mom, how I used to see her. I’m battling to not let those be replaced by the current painful reality. 

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Exploring and understanding Assisted Death with Dignity. We think a lot about how we want to live and maybe we should too think about how we want our near-death life to be, or how our death would be (if we are in control).

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I’m starting to realize that I wouldn’t be a fit for a job at big organizations or corporates. Trying to prove myself to other people, dress etiquette, pyramid scheme, over-speaking, over-performing  will drain my soul.

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Calling each other stupid has been practiced ritually by my family, generation after generation. Perhaps I should break this generational “bonding”. 

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AI has been a great help in guiding me to understanding what is happening with my mom. It creates a safe space so I can always rant without judgement. 

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So, my life has turned itself in a unconventional way. Is it sound for me to bend it back to the conventional way, the way that others people do? Will it be right to take the common approach to solve the uncommon problems?! 

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I have been thinking about how my life was taken from me. But what I want for my life is what I really want or it is under some influence? Probably these eventful days thrown at my way are just waves of life. Perhaps they are meant to be. For me to grow bigger and tougher. To stay away from coddled life and step out to see the TRUTH.

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Auntie’s love is BIG!

the life I’ve lived

Tragic.

Besides myself, no one really knows the reality that I have to face everyday. No one knows the actual, full, unfiltered life of mine. 

At the age of 29, I still have no stable income despite my academic background. I’m not stupid but I’m also just an immigrant that can’t speak the language. Hence, I put aside my master’s degree to join a course for caretakers while working as a waitress (I hate being a waitress). Between the course and the waiting job, all I have left for myself is stress, depression and insomnia. The truth is: I am always tired.

On top of that, I am torn between staying in Italy or going back to Vietnam.  Everyday I dream about spending time with my mom who has been fighting with cancer for the last two years. Another day passes by is another day that I’m grateful that she is still here with us. At the same time, the guilt that I keep building every second for not being there with her is taking the life out of my soul. At the same time, I am in my critical stage of building my life in this strange land. In this period, if I drop everything, I lose everything.

And these days, it’s been hard. Through the phone screen, my mom is grayer and grayer. “It has spread everywhere, to the brain and to the bones.” I tell myself, it is time to go home. Approaching 30, with all these life challenges throwing at my way, while I was just starting to build my life, I decided to go home. I don’t know what will happen next but I also don’t want to know what it will be. 

Soon at the age of 30, I would still have not achieved a single thing that I set for myself during my early 20s. No career, no husband. I wouldn’t be able to hide my “incompetence” from the Vietnamese society anymore. No more European escapism. But then how I would even live if the world was without my mom. And I don’t want to imagine that kind of world. 

I’ve decided to come home.

the people i love back home

I love my mom who is soft and kind, but also the strongest woman I’ve ever known, who is fighting cancer but still tries to take care of everyone around her.

I love my dad with his sharp intelligence and firmness, his secure love whenever we are in the world and the man with his grandchild is the sweetest grandpa that anyone could ever ask for.

I love my little sister and her craziness. She talks so much, sometimes too much but also she gives so much. Who could have imagined she is now a mom.

I love my little Bơ ❤ she is three months old and isn’t she the cutest bánh bao. She is talkative, just like her mom. I never experienced this kind of love before. I just want to rush back to Vietnam whenever I see her photos. And the love keeps growing everyday.

I love my grandpa Duong, he is mostly on his bed these days, and I miss listening to his old stories, recounts of memories with grandma. I miss grandma so much too. Cháu nhớ bà nhiều lắm!

I love my two cousins Cam and Na. In my eyes they’re so silly and they make my world so full. Full of laughters and love. And I know they’re always there for me.

I love my other cousins Tung and Thuong too. My comedy duo. I miss hanging out with them and just make fun of each other.

I love my uncle Hung. He’s always so gentle to me. He is probably the funniest uncle I have. Since I have a niece now, I can see how much an aunt/uncle can love their nieces. Just like how much they love their own child.

I love my aunts and uncles from my dad’s side. They care about me more than I could imagine. Sometimes the way they show it is difficult to feel, but I know they do love me too.

I love my bestest friends Binh, Viet and Van, our 15+ years of frienship. Although we can’t hang out as much as before, whenever we meet, it’s just us vs the world, as if I was never away for such a long time. I miss you three.

There are so many more people that I can’t name them all. Just as today I realize how much love I hold, within me and around me. I write this to remind myself that my life, indeed, is full of love.

Cậu đừng lo

Cũng đã được một thời gian rồi, vậy mà một tuần có bảy ngày thì bốn ngày những kỷ niệm hồi đó không mời mà đến, dù chỉ trong phút chốc. Và có cả những ngày tớ chìm sâu trong quá khứ. Tớ biết bản thân mình vẫn còn nhiều khúc mắc, rằng tớ vẫn cần xử lí nhiều cảm xúc còn tồn đọng. Những hôm như thế, tớ chủ động đeo tai nghe và khóc thật nhiều.

Đến giờ phút này, thay vì tiếc nuối, thì tớ chỉ cảm thấy biết ơn nhiều. Tớ trân trọng phần góc khuất mà chỉ mình tớ biết. Một phần tớ vẫn dành ra cho chúng mình, cho bản thân tớ. Mỗi lần tớ quay về đó, tớ vẫn cảm nhận được ngọn lửa mà chúng mình nhen nhóm trong nhau ngày ấy, cho dù lửa bùng lên nhanh và cũng dập tắt nhanh chóng.

“Chu choa, chuyến đi ngày đó đẹp thật đấy!”

Tớ ở hiện tại đã tìm được một chốn an ủi khác. Không phải là cậu. Nhưng tớ nhận ra, chẳng có nơi nào có thể an ủi những nỗi niềm tớ dành cho cậu. Tớ chia sẻ tất cả mọi thứ với người ta, nhưng tớ không đủ can đảm để nói về cậu. Liệu đó có phải do tớ vẫn chỉ muốn giữ cậu cho riêng mình? Tớ biết bản thân mình ích kỷ.

Tớ chẳng mong muốn trở về quá khứ nữa. Chỉ mong chúng mình tìm lại được nhau. Dù có ở nơi nào, mong chúng mình vẫn vững vàng bước tiếp. Mong cậu đừng như tớ, tìm kiếm cậu trong những trang sách, trong những lời bài hát. Mong cậu đừng đánh mất niềm tin vào tình yêu. Không phải ai cũng khờ dại như tớ đâu.

Tớ vẫn sẽ là tớ. Cậu vẫn tiếp tục là cậu. Chuyện chúng mình – tớ cất ở nơi an toàn, cậu đừng lo nhé!

Distorted, damaged but in acceptable condition

After all the stormy nights from the exterior chaotic world, I finally have some time to sit down, breath and think about myself.

“Now the lesson learned…”

I am broken. I don’t know how bad, but I know I am broken. Probably not entirely but parts. Probably it all started since I had my first memory. Until now, I still have flashbacks, voices that all come down to one thing: “You’re not enough”. Despite all the people who loved or tried to love me, part of my brain still refuses to accept anything other than self-sabotage.

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind?”

I’m ever wanting to start all over again. I want to reprogram my mind that emits love, peace and kindness. How poetic my life would be. I am healing. Bringing together what are there and make it whole, despite the distorted shape it’d turn out. That would be me. I am healing.

“I’ll never be the same.”

I was unalived then alived again. I should acknowledge me being resilient. Maybe I should also acknowledge the fact that I don’t acknowledge me being resilient. Or I should just acknowledge me being. Being and aliveness is enough. To be able to push through life is worth celebrating, and once so, we can talk about enjoying the ride.

“Can anyone stay in one place? And when you get to the finish line, will you wish for more time?”

P/S: Good god how much I love Katy Perry. I wish I could see her live concert oneday ❤

Boundary talk, sex and my experience

I lost my virginity at the age of 22. It was with my then-boyfriend and that was also his first time. Thanks to the internet, I had learned before, that sex is not a taboo, and indeed, an important topic to discuss, explore and think about. Hence, my first time was gentle, open, and loving.

Then throughout my following years, I explored more what it was like to be sexually active. I had multiple partners, and I tried different things. As a part of my studies, I also joined various conversations around sex, women’s experiences, gender-based violence, sexual assault, etc. I tried to equip myself with knowledge, tools to protect myself from potential harm.

But little did I know, learning about oneself is essential as one learns about sex. Besides knowing how your body functions uniquely, or what turns you on and whatnot, not everyone is aware of the power dynamics that might exist between the two (or more) partners, how boundaries work between themselves. A lot of the time, I found my people-pleasing tendency giving in to sex. I honestly didn’t know how to say no or to signal the feeling of discomfort, especially upon seeing how much my partner wanted me. I am sure that if I ever had spoken up at the time, they would have stopped. But I was unable to.

Fast forward to last week,

I was raped.

It was so clear that it was rape. But (unsurprisingly) I didn’t know until everything was done and only after I told another person about the incident. It was in the morning after the previous night we spent together. He wanted me and I said no. But he kept on trying. After the third time of saying no and pulling myself away, I gave up. He didn’t stop until he saw that I was bleeding. I thought it was an honest misunderstanding. I blamed myself for not having said no firmly.

It took me a while to come to my senses that I was raped. The incident wasn’t violent or extreme but I was, unmistakenly, forced to have sex. Although consensual non-consent was mentioned between us, the guy and I never seriously talked about it. Not to say the guy wasn’t guilty, but after all of this, I have had my reflection on how my poor-defined boundaries and low self-esteem problems play a big role in my approach towards sex and my experience with my current partners or even the previous ones. I see now how many times I “naturally” said yes when deep down I wanted to say no because I couldn’t put myself above others.

I wonder how much of this low-self esteem of mine and my people-pleaser self are attributed to the patriarchal society’s teachings towards women and girls. That we are supposed to put others above ourselves. That we are supposed to be attentive of people around us, to the point of hypervigilance. There is so much to unpack on this aspect of my up-bringing that has molded me to the insecure person I am today.

I leave my experience here for my future self to never let this happen again, for anyone who stumbles on this could ever relate. PLEASE, DO NOT BE AFRAID TO SAY NO!