Jacky's Corner

This week has reminded me how many people are quietly struggling not because they are weak, but because they don’t know how to ask for help. Two friends reached out to me: one shared about relationship and work struggles that had been weighing her down, and the other asked for prayers for a sick relative. Both moments touched me deeply, because opening up like that takes courage. We live in a world that praises strength, but often misunderstands it. We are told to “be strong,” “keep going,” or “just stop thinking about it.” Yet sometimes, those words only deepen the silence inside us. The truth is, strength isn’t always in holding it together sometimes, it’s in saying I need help. I’ve seen how unspoken pain can turn into physical illness, unexplained fatigue, or emotional burnout. And when people finally speak, they are often told “it will be fine.” But words alone are not tools. Healing needs more than reassurance; it needs support , listening , and practical coping mechanisms w...

Lately, I’ve been asking myself something I can’t quite answer yet: when is it enough? Enough money, enough achievement, enough doing? I’m currently reading The Psychology of Money by Morgan Housel, and it stirred something in me. It reminded me of Inner Engineering by Sadhguru, which I find myself re-reading often. These two books speak so differently, yet they both touch on the same deep question: what does real wealth look like? Is it the bank balance? Is it when I’ve finally built that dream house? When I can travel when I want, eat what I want, and go where I want? Maybe. But maybe not entirely. To me, I think it's when I feel most fulfilled when I feel like I’m living with purpose. Not some grand “calling” written in the stars, but simply showing up fully in my life and doing what I can with what I have. That quiet sense of joy that I’m in the right place, doing the right thing, even in small ways. True wealth for me is freedom. Time freedom. Energy freedom. The fre...

  I’ve been thinking a lot about forgiveness lately. Let's be real, it’s rarely easy. Whether we’re the ones feeling deeply wronged or the ones standing on the other side, begging for grace, it’s a complex dance. We often feel like the victim in our own story, and that’s valid. But the tricky part is, we never have the full 360-degree view of the situation. We don’t always know the silent battles, the unspoken pressures, or the simple human error that led someone to that breaking point. Sometimes, forgiveness comes easily. Maybe you’ve done the hard internal work, or perhaps you’re just not too emotionally entangled in the situation. You can extend grace almost effortlessly. But then there’s the other half of that famous phrase: forgive and forget. Ah, the forgetting. That’s the real challenge, isn’t it? Our minds love to replay the hurt like a movie we never bought a ticket for. We analyze every angle: "If it were me, I would have never…" "The only reason they d...

  I was recently watching Bel-Air , the new remake, and there was this one episode that stuck with me. A group of youth were in what looked like a circle, and each had to share their deepest, darkest secret. My first thought was, why would I do that? No one is holding me in that circle. If it were me, I’d just walk away. Because in my mind, sharing secrets makes you vulnerable and vulnerability has always felt like handing someone the ammunition to hurt you later. Thankfully i am evolving bit by bit. Then, last month, I started a Yale course on the science of well being. It challenged me to look at this differently. What if secrets aren’t just about weakness? What if sharing them is actually a way of opening up and building connection? Think about it. The good things we do rarely stay secret. They tend to show themselves without much effort. But the mistakes, the hurts, the embarrassing parts of us those are what we guard most fiercely. And the longer we keep them locked up,...