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6/16/23
I don't let the dmv know what my actual weight is
6/3/23
Past me freaking out
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5/27/23
Space in relationships
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Dear younger me who was first getting into her first serious relationship,
~ Stacy N.
5/19/23
i am typing in lowercase for a reason
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~ stacy n.
5/13/23
good luck bro
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5/7/23
I got used to whiteness for so long that color is so foreign to me
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4/26/23
What my mother taught me
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~ Stacy N.
4/14/23
To my barely college graduated self
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4/2/23
From April 2022 Stacy
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Dear future me,
Living gets harder the older I become. I never asked to be born, I never asked to learn about all the shitty family secrets or technically the knowledge or stories or whatever. I don't know what to do with them. I don't know what to say about it. They're like sand passing through my fingers. There and then gone, but I still remember it. And it feels like a burden that just adds to the mountain called generational trauma.
I guess the best I can do is just move on and let time slowly wash them away.
And now the weather:
Not My Proudest Moment by Anna Akana
~ Stacy N.
3/24/23
It's in the little things
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~ Stacy N.
3/18/23
To all the guys I've seriously considered
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~ Stacy N.
3/12/23
Seattle has grown on me
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~ Stacy N.
P.S. Thank you my love for bringing me here.
3/5/23
Adulting is expensive
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2/21/23
It started with a dragon
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~ Stacy N.
2/12/23
I'm still searching for my piece of home
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2/8/23
I'm still choosing to live
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1/9/23
Well this hurt more than I thought it would be
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I just finished reading the book, The Fortunes of Jaded Women by Carolyn Huynh, and that made me feel both seen and sad at the same time. Seen in a way that I have never felt seen before in literature because it focuses exclusively on Vietnamese women. And oftentimes we're not the center of our own stories, especially in American literature. This also goes for the fact when other Vietnamese and Vietnamese American men write about us. We're oftentimes someone's mother, sister, aunt, cousin, daughter, significant other, etc. Always someone else's and never our own. And this book does a great job at reminding people that us Vietnamese women belong exclusively to ourselves first before anyone else and that we're people too. We're a woman. We're us. Messy, glorious, flawed, beautifully us.
This book also just made me feel sad because it reminded me too much about my own family. It's not talked about in Vietnamese culture or amongst families either. How there are cracks, the estrangement, the period where family members just don't talk to each other for a while and do their own thing. Sometimes that period doesn't last as long, other times it can stretch into infinity. And people, especially Vietnamese women, are too stubborn to mend it sometimes. Not until it's too late. Giant events seem to unite people more easily than smaller ones. But that should not always be the case.
Ironically enough, in my own stubbornness, I am still unwilling to fix some of the cracks in my own family. It means facing the past and the hurt and I am not ready for that. Also, there is a tiredness of being a middle child who has to be the mediator for everyone. And I just want time for myself at this current moment to do my own thing before I have to do what my family thinks I have to do.
Overall, what I've learned from this book is that Vietnamese women are stubborn as fuck. And also, fuck it, I'm tired of being expected to be the good Vietnamese girl. The one who has to marry into another Vietnamese family, especially to a guy who has money. (My family gave up on the fact that I'm going to get a high-paying job in one of the traditional Asian fields.) The one who has to have that big Vietnamese wedding that is supposed to unite everyone. The one who is supposed to have several kids. The one who is supposed to have a nice house and be a good housewife and mother and daughter and whatever and still be expected to keep up my "perfect" skinniness and beauty and youth.
I'm messy, I'm flawed, I'm tired, yet I'm still me and I do love what I am doing right now. And it's nice to see that reflected in a book that I will be 100000% supportive of if it ever becomes a TV show or even a movie.
Thank you Carolyn Huynh. Genuinely, thank you.
And now the weather:
~ Stacy N.
10/27/22
I'm getting older
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Dear me,
10/23/22
Marriage isn't for everyone
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I don't need a paper to define my relationship with my partner either. Nor social media posts gushing about how sweet and amazing he is. (Let's face it, he is annoying, but he cares a lot, and his heart is in the right place. Also, he does admit that he is annoying. And I am annoying too, so it works out.) Plus, I never actually dreamed of marriage or having a partner beside me for the rest of my life. However, when my partner came into my life, I knew I wanted us to grow together and see where this road takes us. Hopefully to old age, but if not, that's fine too and it was a pleasure to have been by his side for as long as life takes us.
One thing that annoyed me though, is the fact that as soon as my partner and I started dating, everyone wanted to know when we were getting married next, especially our families. And that pressure got to my head, and honestly, it made me anxious because it's supposed to be the next thing that we have to do. Even though I really did not want that. I just did not know how to say no to them. I still do not know how to say no honestly. But it does feel nice to make a choice that fits us. And just us.
And now the weather:
~ Stacy N.
10/9/22
I'm still fucking afraid of therapy
I know I have been telling people that I am in the process of finding a therapist because of mainly family shit, to be honest, but also some relationship shit too. I am writing this in a fucking flat face because I still am in a bit of denial about that. I got books, I started journaling, I am more aware of therapy itself as a business, I have a whole fucking list of therapists to contact and questions to ask too. But no matter what, there is still a barrier in my head.
And I think part of it is the financial part. The part I am afraid to ask my insurance about. Like I know I should check out my employee assistance program that my work offers to me for fucking free. But I feel like that won't be enough for all of this complicated shit that constantly swirls in and out of my head. Shit, that isn't just depression (still a maybe do I or do I not have it?) or ADHD. Two things I know for sure I need to get checked out on.
And I know I should be reading my books some more instead of distracting myself with my phone (a bad habit of mine still), but it's hard. No matter what, a part of me just wants to shut off my brain, and mindlessly scrolling through my phone does that. And you got to admit, it is kind of a nice way to decompress especially after a long ass day of work.
But what is the point of telling people when I cannot even hold myself accountable?
As a person told me, finding a therapist for the first time is one of the scariest things to do. But it is definitely worth it.
And I know you will do fine, and that you got this. You really do.















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