They are doing things differently, not caring what other people think. They're carving out their own place in this world. They're marching to the beat of their own drum.
I often get asked to describe what a panic attack feels like or how my anxiety presents itself. So I finally sat down, allowed myself to be vulnerable, and came up with this explanation.
The English language refers to the incident as a "miscarriage." The Filipino and Bicol languages, on the other hand, labeled me as a woman with an unborn child, as "nakunan/nakuanan." These roughly translate into "someone from whom something was taken away."
