I smile outside, but silent storms inside... There are days when I wake up and have to recalibrate which version of myself is expected to show up. The one who dreams in Tagalog, shops in Swedish, and overthinks in English. It’s a carousel of selves, spinning so fast that even I forget who’s who sometimes. I used to think speaking three languages was a flex—something I’d wear like a badge of global sophistication. But now, it just feels like a reminder that I don’t fully belon