Hi, I'm Jemimah, and This Is the Start of Something

I’ve rewritten this first post about seven times because I didn’t want it to sound too serious or too cheesy, but then I realized: life is serious and cheesy. So here we are.

This blog is something I’ve been holding in my heart for a while now. A space to breathe. A space to feel. A space to write about all the messy, beautiful, heartbreaking, healing, magical, real-life stuff that happens when you're just trying to be a human person with a soft heart and a stubborn will.

Why I’m Starting This Blog

Because I’ve lived a life with a lot of chapters, and I’m still flipping through them, re-reading some, healing from others, and writing the new ones in real time. I want to create a space where I can reflect and to share stories that live in my heart and maybe echo in someone else’s. I don’t have all the answers (spoiler: nobody does), but I do have a voice, a lot of lived experiences, and a deep desire to connect. With other moms, daughters, partners, friends, anyone trying to find light through the heaviness and softness in the same breath.

This blog is for the ones who’ve been carrying too much and saying too little.

For the cycle-breakers. The quiet feelers. The strong-but-soft ones.

The parents who are still healing their inner child while raising a whole human.

The people who are building something meaningful, even when no one’s clapping yet.

Writing has always helped me process the in-between moments, the grief, the growth, the gratitude. And there’s been a lot of all three lately. That’s why I created this space.

A Little About Me

I’m a daughter, a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend, a creative, a dreamer, a recovering people-pleaser, and someone who feels things very deeply. I was born in Pampanga, a province in the Philippines, and eventually moved to the U.S. in 2006. I was raised in a family with complicated love, quiet strength, and a lot of unspoken feelings.

My mother was (and still is) my hero. She worked, cooked, cleaned, and carried all of us with the kind of love that didn’t need words, just actions.  

Life has been a rollercoaster: survival, sacrifice, identity shifts, and slow healing. I’ve worn many hats, some too early, some too tight, but each one taught me something.

And now? I’m a mom to the most beautiful, curious, emotionally intelligent little girl who asks me big questions about life, loss, and love… and somehow always knows when I need a hug. She’s my mirror, my compass, my greatest teacher.

And then there’s my husband. He’s seen every version of me, before the healing, during the mess, and now, as I try to step into my power. He holds me when I fall apart. Challenges me when I shrink. And cheers for me even when I’m doubting myself.

We’ve had our share of storms, but the way we hold each other through them is something I’ll never take for granted.

My siblings... I love them dearly.

Family and Friends. Thank you for staying.

Lately…

Life’s been a mix of beauty and grief.

We lost our Papa. It's been 1 year, 10 months, and 15 days. He was our protector. My mother’s great love. The kind of man who didn’t just love us, he chose us. Stepped in when we needed a father and stayed when things got hard. Losing him broke something open in me, but it also reminded me how powerful it is to have been loved so well.

I still feel his presence, especially in quiet mornings and big decisions. He believed in us. He made space for my mother to be soft, even when the world demanded her strength. That kind of love? It leaves a permanent mark.

And here’s what I know:

I want to write.

I want to connect.

I want to create spaces that feel safe, healing, and honest.

What You’ll Find Here

This blog will be part memoir, part healing journal, part resource hub for people walking through life with open hearts and full plates. I’ll be sharing:

• Personal stories on motherhood, grief, love, and growth

• Lessons from therapy, family, and Filipino culture

• Reflections on building a mission-led business

• Gentle reminders that you’re not alone

Sometimes it’ll be messy. Sometimes poetic. Always honest.

If you’ve ever felt like you’re constantly rebuilding yourself while trying to hold everyone else together, this space is for you.

If You’re Here, Thank You

Whether you stumbled in by accident or showed up on purpose, thank you for being here. Thank you for caring enough to scroll this far (you overachiever, you). I hope you find something in these words that makes you feel seen. Or at least makes you laugh while crying, which is basically the brand of my entire existence.

Let’s figure this life thing out together.

One honest post at a time.

Love,

Jamie