Ever feel like you’re living with a ticking time bomb? Yung tipong, you can practically smell the sulfur in the air, and you just KNOW Mount Vesuvius is about to blow? That’s me, araw-araw, with my sister.
I know, I know. People will say, “Baka naman may pinagdadaanan lang,” or that classic line, “Siguro naman hindi mo lang kinukwento yung side niya.”
Listen, I’ve heard it all. And believe me, there are days when I question my own sanity, thinking, “Ako ba talaga yung kontrabida sa buhay niya?”
But here’s the thing: Sometimes, there’s no deep, dark secret. No family drama worthy of a teleserye. Sometimes, it’s like someone spun a roulette wheel of emotions, landed on “galit,” and decided, “Yep, this is my mood for the rest of the week.”
Case in point: This morning. I woke up to the sweet sound of… my sister screaming at me. Her reason? I don’t even remember. Before I could even process what was happening, I was dodging projectiles of – get this – used cat litter.
Yes, you read that right. Litter. Sand. With tae.
My cries of “Ano ba?!” were met with more flying debris. And as the cherry on top of my crappy morning, she confiscated my WiFi privileges.
This is my life.
The Struggle is Real (And It Stinks Like Cat Poo)
I wish I could say this was a one-time thing. Na bigla na lang siyang nag-transform into a rage monster overnight. But the truth is, her unpredictable temper has been a constant in our lives.
The worst part? I never know what will set her off. One minute we’re laughing at a funny TikTok video, the next minute, I’m public enemy number one, and she’s throwing (insert random household item here) at my head.
The Emotional Toll of a Sibling’s Unpredictable Anger
It’s exhausting, guys. It’s like walking on eggshells 24/7. I’m constantly on edge, anticipating her next outburst. My stomach churns, my heart races, and my once-peaceful home feels more like a warzone.
And yes, before you say it, I’ve considered that maybe she needs professional help. Maybe this goes beyond “mood swings” and there’s something deeper going on.
But how do you even begin to address that with someone who explodes at the mere suggestion of therapy?
Finding Peace in the Eye of the Storm
I’m graduating soon, and honestly, the thought of being free from this toxic environment keeps me going. I dream of a day when I can finally exhale and not have to brace myself for the next verbal (or literal) assault.
In the meantime, I’m trying to find ways to cope. Deep breaths, long walks, and blasting my Spotify playlist on full volume (noise-cancelling headphones are a lifesaver, btw) are my current lifelines.
To anyone else out there dealing with a sibling who seems to have their anger on speed dial, know this: You’re not alone. Your feelings are valid. And you deserve peace.
P.S. If you have any tips on surviving a volcanic eruption (figuratively speaking, of course), please share them below. My sanity might just depend on it.
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