Day in the life of a Filipina Nurse Practitioner

Nighttime Diaries: Another Week Complete, Choosing Purpose Over Perfection, and Finding Peace One Breath at a Time

Friday, July 17, 2026

Good evening.

Tonight felt different—not because anything extraordinary happened, but because I finally had the opportunity to slow down after another emotionally demanding week. Sometimes making it to Friday feels like an accomplishment in itself. As I settled into my evening routine, dimmed the lights, and prepared for a few minutes of meditation, I found myself overwhelmed with gratitude. Not because everything is perfect, but because despite the stress, the anxiety, and the constant overthinking, I made it through another week.

Lately, these nightly reflections have become one of the healthiest habits I’ve ever created. Instead of ending the day by replaying every mistake or worrying about tomorrow, I’m slowly teaching myself to pause, breathe deeply, and focus on the present moment. Mindfulness isn’t removing the stress from my life—it simply gives me a way to respond to it with a little more compassion. Every evening reminds me that I don’t have to solve every problem before going to bed. Sometimes it’s enough just to acknowledge how I’m feeling and allow myself to rest.

The past several weeks have been emotionally challenging. I’ve been very open about my struggles with anxiety, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel ashamed to admit that. Instead of pretending that everything is okay, I’m choosing transparency. I’ve learned that hiding difficult emotions only makes them louder, while speaking about them often lessens their weight. These diaries have become more than content—they’ve become a form of healing. They allow me to organize my thoughts, process my emotions, and remind myself that vulnerability isn’t weakness. If anything, vulnerability has become one of my greatest strengths.

One lesson I’ve been trying to practice every single day is focusing only on the things that I can actually control. There are so many uncertainties in life, especially in healthcare, that trying to manage every possible outcome is impossible. Instead, I’m learning to redirect my energy toward my breathing, my attitude, my effort, and my ability to remain present. Sometimes that simply means sitting quietly in front of the camera, taking a few slow breaths, and reminding myself that I am safe in this moment.

Looking back, I’m genuinely proud that I completed another work week. It may sound like a small victory, but lately it hasn’t felt small at all. Every day in clinic requires emotional presence, clinical decision-making, empathy, documentation, and balancing countless expectations from both patients and the healthcare system. Finishing the week feels like crossing another important milestone on a much longer journey.

Now that the weekend has arrived, I’m giving myself permission to slow down. My hope is to spend tomorrow morning hiking if the weather cooperates, followed by yoga and Pilates later in the day. Movement has become one of the healthiest outlets for my anxiety. Whether it’s a quiet walk through nature, stretching on my yoga mat, or simply sitting outside with a cup of coffee, these moments reconnect me with myself. They remind me that life exists beyond work.

One realization I’ve had recently is that I sometimes struggle to separate rest from productivity. As my YouTube channel continues to grow and as I invest more time into creative projects like my Lunchtime Diaries and Nighttime Diaries, I notice that my artistic side constantly wants to create. Even while relaxing, part of my mind wonders whether I should be filming, documenting, or editing something. It’s a beautiful problem to have because creativity brings me joy, but I’m also learning that not every meaningful moment has to become content. Some experiences deserve to exist only for me.

Earlier today I filmed another Lunchtime Diaries episode during my lunch break. It had been an incredibly busy morning at clinic, yet stepping outside for fresh air reminded me how important it is to intentionally create small moments of peace. Even during difficult days, we still deserve to experience sunlight, enjoy a meal, and appreciate the beauty surrounding us. That simple lunch break became another reminder that healing often happens in ordinary moments rather than extraordinary ones.

Much of my current anxiety continues to revolve around work. The expectations of practicing within a large healthcare organization can sometimes feel overwhelming. Productivity metrics, patient satisfaction scores, administrative requirements, documentation, and organizational goals create pressure that extends far beyond simply caring for patients. At this point in the year, I’m aware that my numbers aren’t where they’re expected to be. While I continue doing everything I can to provide compassionate, evidence-based care, I can’t help but wonder what the future holds if those metrics don’t improve.

Rather than allowing myself to spiral into catastrophic thinking, I’ve been intentionally focusing on shorter-term goals. Right now, my immediate objective is simply to make it to November. That milestone represents much more than another month on the calendar. November marks my third anniversary practicing as a nurse practitioner, allowing me to apply for my NP 103 status. Achieving that next level means I will no longer require direct physician supervision while continuing to practice within standardized procedures. It’s a significant step in my professional journey and one that I’ve worked incredibly hard to reach.

Beyond that, my long-term dream remains the same. Three years after achieving NP 103, I hope to qualify for NP 104, allowing me to practice independently. Ever since becoming a nurse practitioner, I’ve imagined one day operating my own telehealth practice—one that would allow me to continue caring for patients while also living a simpler, more intentional life. I often picture myself dividing my time between California and the Philippines, providing healthcare through telemedicine while slowly building the peaceful retirement life I’ve always envisioned.

That dream extends beyond medicine alone. I continue imagining a future where I build a wellness-focused home in the Philippines—a place centered around mindfulness, yoga, healing, and community. I envision mornings filled with meditation, afternoons caring for patients virtually, and evenings spent surrounded by nature rather than constant deadlines. Perhaps that dream sounds ambitious, but every meaningful accomplishment begins with someone willing to imagine it first.

Reflecting on my career has also reminded me why I became a nurse practitioner in the first place. When I first entered healthcare, I simply wanted to become a provider. Over the past several years, however, my purpose has evolved. I’ve discovered a profound passion for listening to people’s stories. Every patient who walks into my exam room carries experiences, fears, hopes, disappointments, and dreams that deserve to be heard. I’ve come to believe that those stories are gifts.

Many of my patients apologize for asking for help. Some worry that they’re burdening their families, their friends, or even me. Whenever I hear those concerns, I gently remind them that asking for help is never a burden. In fact, it requires extraordinary courage. Vulnerability isn’t weakness—it is one of the bravest things a person can offer another human being. By allowing someone to witness our struggles, we invite them to participate in our healing.

I often tell my patients that sharing their pain is actually a gift to the people who love them. It gives friends, family members, and healthcare providers an opportunity to support them in ways they otherwise never could. So many tragedies occur simply because people suffer silently, believing they have to carry everything alone. Time and time again, I’ve seen families express the same heartbreaking thought: “I wish I had known.” Those words have stayed with me, reinforcing my belief that openness saves lives.

Perhaps that’s why mental health has become such an important part of my own practice. Every day I meet individuals living with anxiety, depression, panic disorders, trauma, grief, and overwhelming stress. Although my own journey hasn’t been easy, it allows me to approach these conversations with genuine empathy rather than judgment. I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but I do understand what it feels like to search for hope during difficult seasons.

One of the greatest gifts my own healing has given me is perspective. There was a time in my life when darkness felt permanent. There were moments when it seemed easier to imagine giving up than continuing forward. Looking back now, I’m incredibly grateful that my mindset has changed so dramatically. Today I wake up recognizing the beauty that exists in simply being alive. That doesn’t mean life is always easy. It doesn’t mean anxiety has disappeared. It simply means I now believe that difficult moments are temporary and that healing is possible even when progress isn’t linear.

That’s another reason these diaries matter so much to me. They’re not just creative projects or YouTube videos. They’re living reminders that healing is messy. Growth isn’t a straight line. There are good days, difficult days, setbacks, victories, and everything in between. By documenting that journey honestly, I hope someone else who feels alone might realize they aren’t as alone as they think.

Transparency has become one of my greatest coping strategies. Whether it’s speaking openly through these videos, calling friends and family when I need support, or setting healthier personal boundaries, I’ve learned that honesty creates connection. Keeping everything inside only isolates us further. The more openly I’ve shared my experiences, the lighter I’ve begun to feel.

As this reflection came to an end, I noticed something remarkable. My breathing had slowed. My shoulders had relaxed. The anxious thoughts that felt so loud earlier in the day had become noticeably quieter. They hadn’t disappeared completely, but they no longer controlled the moment. Sometimes that’s all healing looks like—a little more peace than we had yesterday.

I’m incredibly grateful for everyone who has chosen to be part of this journey. Every view, every comment, every message, and every word of encouragement reminds me that these stories matter. More importantly, they remind me that authenticity creates community. Thank you for allowing me to grow, to heal, and to continue becoming the person I hope to be.

As I closed the evening with a short yoga practice, gentle stretching, and deep breathing, I was reminded once again that I don’t need to have everything figured out tonight. I simply need to continue showing up—for my patients, for my family, for my dreams, and most importantly, for myself.

One breath at a time.

One day at a time.

One story at a time.

And for today, that is more than enough.

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