In the morning, the day already felt heavy. I woke up at 6am and prepared gouqizi, lavender tea and my medicine from the doctor. The cordyceps finished already so I prepared chicken essence to put inside the drawer. I was still angry from earlier incidents and honestly a bit afraid of myself when I become too angry. I prepared my clothes for Wednesday and tried to settle myself before going out with my mother for hair treatment.
My mother kept telling me what to do in the morning and saying we...

This morning began slower, softer.
I woke up at 7am, after about 7 hours and 20 minutes of sleep.
There was a quiet rhythm to everything — preparing gouqizi and matcha, brushing my teeth, bathing, getting ready step by step.
My mum went out for a while while I was in the middle of my routine.
I took out my own breakfast — a sardine puff — and ate on my own.
There was a small craving for McDonald’s,
but I let it pass.
Not everything needs to be acted on.
The morning felt calm.
Simple.
Manageable.

Later,...

The morning began gently,
with a message carried through care.
If it rains, close the window.
A small responsibility,
a quiet trust placed into my hands.
I woke at seven.
The house slowly came alive
the hum of the vacuum,
the soft rhythm of routine.
Gouqizi in a cup,
matcha swirling into green calm.
Clothes folded,
Tuesday prepared in advance,
as if reaching softly into the future.
There were small slips.
Ling zhi powder falling where it shouldn’t,
hands trying to gather what scattered.
Not everything stayed...