Graymore Macad
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Writer, youth mentor, and storyteller. Sharing insights on faith, relationships, and personal growth. Turning life’s lessons into words of hope and healing. Lover of good food and great conversations.
Stories (18)
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Rodrigo Duterte: A Controversial Crusade and Its Unraveling
Rodrigo Roa Duterte was never a man of half-measures. He ruled Davao City with an iron fist, earning both admiration and fear. Before he became the 16th president of the Philippines, he had already built a reputation as a leader who would do whatever it took to restore order. Under his watch, Davao, once a city plagued by crime, became one of the safest in the country. His methods were brutal, but for many, they were necessary.
By Graymore Macad10 months ago in History
The Unseen Thread
The sun had barely risen when Elise stepped out of her house, the cool morning breeze kissing her face. She pulled her cardigan tighter around her, as if shielding herself from the memories that lingered in the air. Today marked exactly one year since she walked away from a love that had once consumed her every thought. It wasn’t just any love—it was the kind that made her believe in forever, only to realize that not all forevers were meant to last.
By Graymore Macad11 months ago in Humans
A Battle Fought in Love
he hospital walls felt colder than usual, the air thick with silence and uncertainty. I sat beside my grandmother in the isolation room, the steady beep of the monitors the only sound filling the void. It was November 8 the doctor, standing outside our room in full protective gear, declared in a loud, detached voice, "Your patient is positive for COVID-19."
By Graymore Macad12 months ago in Families
The Day I Chose Myself
I used to believe that love was about sacrifice. That if you truly cared for someone, you would endure anything just to keep them in your life. It’s what I told myself every time I chose to stay, even when staying felt like tearing myself apart piece by piece.
By Graymore Macad12 months ago in Humans
The Weight of Overthinking
Silence can be deafening, especially when it hangs between two people who mean the world to each other. Lately, I find myself trapped in the confines of my own thoughts, spiraling into endless questions and doubts. The person I love—someone who has brought light into my life—is out there, carrying on with their day. And yet, I can’t help but overthink. Where are they? Who are they with? What are they doing?
By Graymore Macad12 months ago in Humans
When Boundaries Are Crossed: Navigating Respect and Emotional Safety
As I sit here writing this, my heart is heavy, and tears continue to fall. I am reflecting on a painful experience that has left me questioning the emotional safety in my relationship. Relationships are meant to thrive on trust, respect, and open communication. But sometimes, when unspoken boundaries are crossed, one partner can feel disrespected and unheard.
By Graymore Macad12 months ago in Humans
The Weight of Unspoken Words
There’s a peculiar heaviness in words left unsaid. They linger, hanging in the air between two people, filling the space that once held laughter and connection. That was the weight I carried with James, the boy I thought I’d grow old with.
By Graymore Macad12 months ago in Humans
The Café Where We Fell Apart
There’s a small café on the corner of 6th Street, the kind that smells of freshly ground coffee beans and warm pastries. It used to be our place. We’d sit by the window, sipping lattes and stealing glances at each other, laughing at jokes no one else would understand. That corner table felt like a little world we’d built, a sanctuary away from the chaos of life.
By Graymore Macadabout a year ago in Humans
When Love Hurts More Than It Heals
The first time I caught him cheating, it felt like the ground beneath me collapsed. I found a message on his phone—something innocent at first glance, but a little too warm, a little too familiar for someone he claimed was just a "friend." When I confronted him, his face turned pale, then red with guilt. “It didn’t mean anything,” he stammered, grabbing my hand as if holding it would somehow erase what he’d done. “I swear, it’ll never happen again.”
By Graymore Macadabout a year ago in Humans
