Mental health awareness in September is about more than recognising a date on the calendar — it’s about starting meaningful conversations that continue year-round. By using this month as a reminder to prioritise wellbeing, we can all play a part in building a more supportive, understanding society.

As the calendar turns to September, the familiar “ber months” begin—September, October, November, and December. For Filipinos, this season marks the start of Christmas anticipation, while in the UK, it brings crisp air, earlier nights, and the beginning of a cozy atmosphere that lasts through the end of the year. Whether you’re a Filipino expat or a local resident, the ber months in the UK are the perfect time to embrace warmth, community, and tradition.

Filipino nurses are vital to global healthcare, providing skilled and compassionate care that improves patient outcomes and promotes inclusivity worldwide. For many who work abroad, their journey is driven by a combination of personal aspirations, family responsibilities, and deeply rooted cultural values. The desire to provide a better future for their loved ones serves as a powerful motivation, shaping both their professional paths and their commitment to supporting family

I remember the first time I laid my eyes on my employment contract in one of the NHS hospitals and saw a whopping £21,500 per annum! I thought I hit the jackpot! I will have 1.6 million pesos yearly or 133,000 Pesos per month! I wouldn't have to worry about money and would be rich. Working as a nurse in the Philippines who earns 15K pesos per month, I thought I would make eight times more if I worked in the UK. The excitement of seeing my contract for the first time was the e

A heartfelt story of resilience, faith, and motherhood—how one woman overcame challenges, pursued her nursing dream, and faced life-threatening illness with courage and hope.

There are mornings here in the UK when I wake up before my alarm — the sky still dark, the radiator ticking against the cold — and the very first thought that finds me is you. Not the you of a memory or a photograph, but the real you: the one who was already awake long before any of us, already moving in the kitchen, already carrying the day before anyone else had even opened their eyes. I used to take that for granted. I am so sorry, Mama.