Silent battles no one sees.

People often misunderstand me.

Sa isip nila "I'm too much" or sometimes, "not enough."

May nagsasabi na plastic daw ako, pa-victim, minsan pa nga, sinungaling o manloloko.

Ang sakit, kasi alam kong hindi naman 'yon totoo.

I'm so tired explaining myself lalo't di naman kailangan.

But what hurts more is this:

Pag sila may ginawa na ikakasakit ng damdamin ko, I tried to be quiet.

I tried to understand. I chose silence over confrontation.

Even when I felt disrespected.

Even when they did things na alam nilang makakasama ng loob ko, I kept it to myself— hoping they’d realize it on their own.

Pero ang ending? Ako pa rin 'yung mali.

Ako pa rin 'yung masama dahil sa nafeel ko at reaction ko. Madaming tanong na tumatakbo sa isip ko.

Pero alam mo, I’ve learned to stop explaining myself to people who are committed to misunderstand me. Hindi ko trabaho ang ipilit sa iba kung sino talaga ako. Hindi ko responsibility ang baguhin ang perception nila kapag ayaw naman nilang makinig sa side ko.

Behind those smiles, behind the silence, behind the kindness—alam ko totoo ako.

A person who's been through a lot but still chooses to show up with a soft heart.

A person who makes mistakes, but never with bad intentions.

Minsan tahimik, iniisip agad na may tinatago.

Minsan pag mabait, aabusuhin.

Minsan pag hindi ko na tinotolerate yung bad treatment ako padin yung masama. Okay lang sanayan nalang yan!

But the truth is simple: I’m not here to prove myself anymore. I'm here to heal, to grow, to love truly—and that’s enough.

I'll let them think what they want.

At the end of the day, God knows my heart, and I know my truth.

— MD