Reflective Writing

Reflective Writing

I have been in this life for how many years now and I have been into different places , experienced what it is like to be pressed crushed down . Those times were the moments when I asked myself Why I used to justify myself for all the things that I have decided to do , I rationalized everything because I don 't want that people will say that I am a failure and I am irresponsible

I am already used to travel and lived in different houses and I accept that it

is because of my stubbornness , thinking that I am old enough to take care of things that I thought were just so simple But I was definitely wrong

There was a time when a stowed away from home . My mom and I had a disagreement that it turned out to be a very big issue and eventually became a big scandal against our family . That time , my mother tried to stop me . I even heard her wailing and moaning while her big tears fell down from her gloomy eyes . But I was so aggressive and was so firm with my decision . I did not think of what tomorrow will bring even if I was just 18 years old then and was still studying . The travails started when I went away from home . I experienced what it was like to be so alone , nobody to turn into except yourself and God . There was a time when I can hear sounds in my stomach telling me to eat , but I tried not to even if I have smelled something so delicious like my favorite dishes . I tried to control myself from getting my desires and wants because I was so budgeting so hard that time . I should only eat once a day and have my hair shampooed for twice a week only

I supported myself , in school , in my own boarding house and in other things . My mom did not send even a single peso , for she wanted me to learn from my decision . After 2 years of living alone , I finally reconciled with my family and of course with my mom

I really don 't know why if it is really in my nature as a human and as a daughter to disobey the will of my parents and really be so firm and impulsive in doing the things I want

The second time I broke the heart of my family was when I eloped with my boyfriend . Disgusting it may sound but it really happened . Imagine I was already 22 years old but my family still has control over me , like in choosing a career , a job , and a place to work and even in choosing a boyfriend

I was so in love at that time that I fought for my love . I said to myself , Why would they stop me from loving someone ? I am an adult already and I know what I doing ' My love for...