The Life I'm Living (Part 2)
But my story didn’t end there it only became tougher in college. Life in college was full of struggles. There were days when I felt like I was full of struggles. There were days when I felt like I was drowning in requirements, deadlines, and expectations. Sometimes, I completely lost hope, blaming myself and thinking I would never reach my dreams for myself and my family. I often thought about the sacrifices of my parents the money, the effort, the sleepless nights they endured just for me. And whenever I failed or struggled, I felt like I was wasting everything they worked so hard for. That guilt became heavy on my shoulders, but at the same time, it fueled my determination to keep going. I told myself that I must not give up, no matter how hard it gets, because their sacrifices deserve a return. Since I was young, I could already feel people around me looking down on me, making me feel like I was never enough. There were times when the shame and judgment from others cut me so deeply that I wished I could just disappear. One of the most painful experiences I carried was being belittled by my own family my mother, father, and even my older sister. Whenever I made mistakes, no matter how small, I felt their words pierce my heart. Every night, I cried silently in my room, asking God why it seemed like all the misfortunes in life were placed on me. It was as if no matter how hard I tried, I would always fall short in their eyes. That pain became a silent battle I fought alone. But in those darkest moments, when sadness, pain, and exhaustion consumed me, I found comfort in God’s word. Whenever I read the Scriptures, I began to understand life in a deeper way. I realized that God truly loves me and that life is not meant to be filled with happiness alone. Pain, struggles, and weariness are all part of the journey, and these trials are not punishments but tests of faith. God was shaping me, teaching me, and strengthening me through every challenge. All I needed to do was trust Him fully. Slowly, my heart learned to let go of bitterness and instead hold on to hope. Faith became my shield, and prayer became my daily companion. Through everything the tears, the pain, the failures, and the disappointments I continue to fight. I constantly remind myself that every hardship is part of the journey toward success. I may stumble, I may cry, and I may even doubt myself, but I will never stop moving forward. I know I am not alone. With God by my side, I will keep holding on, because He is my greatest source of strength. Every day I wake up, I choose to keep walking, no matter how heavy my steps are. Because I know that someday, all of this will make sense. I dream of a future where I can look back and say, “It was all worth it.” I imagine myself achieving the goals I once thought were impossible, not just for me but also for my family who has been with me through it all. I want to give them the life they deserve, to ease their burdens, and to make them proud. My journey is far from perfect, but it is mine. And in its imperfections lies the beauty of growth, resilience, and faith. My story is still being written. I may not have reached the peak of my dreams yet, but I believe that every step I take, no matter how difficult, is bringing me closer to the future I long for. And as I walk this journey, I carry with me faith, hope, and the unshakable truth that I am never alonebecause God is always with me.