Life happens

I don’t really know where to start, but my life hasn’t been easy. Everything changed when I lost my mum. Not long after, my dad got married again within three months, and that broke me deeply. It hurt so much, but with time I had no choice but to accept it. Growing up after that wasn’t easy at all. I had to stay with some of my uncles and their wives, and life there was very hard for me. I was treated differently, doing all the work while watching their own children being treated with love and care. It made me feel unwanted and alone. Eventually, I left. But things didn’t suddenly get better. Life became a struggle. There were times I had to do things I’m not proud of, just to survive—to eat or take care of myself. I went through abusive relationships, and I’ve lost friends I truly loved. It felt like everything I held onto kept slipping away. There were moments I questioned everything. I asked God why all of this was happening to me. Sometimes I even wondered if He truly loved me. But still… Alhamdulillahi, I haven’t lost my faith. Things are slowly getting better, even if it’s just little by little. I’ve finished school, though I don’t have a job yet. And honestly, I’m tired—so tired. But I’m still holding on. What I pray for the most is strength and stability. I want to be able to take care of myself and my younger ones—my brothers and sisters. I’ve had to be both a mother and a father to them, and all I want is to be in a position where I can provide for them and give them a better life. I just hope God sees me through. Because even with everything… I haven’t lost hope.

Posted 23 March