When I look back, I realize life has not been a smooth ride for me. There were times I felt like nothing was working, times I questioned myself, and even moments I almost gave up completely. I’ve seen days where I woke up with hope and went to bed feeling like I had failed.
One of the hardest seasons of my life was losing my mum. On the 1st of June 2022, she fell ill after eating. We all thought it was just a minimal thing and before we knew it, on the 19th of July 2022, she was gone. Just like that. I can’t even put into words the weight of that loss. Watching someone you love fight through pain and then slip away leaves a hole that nothing really fills. It broke me in ways I didn’t know I could be broken.
But somehow, even with that pain, life kept pushing me forward. I remember nights I laid awake thinking, “Maybe this is it… maybe life just won’t get better.” But I still found a way to wake up the next day and try again.
The truth is, I didn’t always feel strong. Most of the time, I felt weak and lost. But looking back now, I see that even in those painful moments, I was building resilience without even realizing it. Every heartbreak, every setback, every loss was shaping me into someone stronger.
This throwback isn’t about a perfect past, because mine wasn’t perfect. It’s about being honest that I’ve walked through storms, through grief, through moments where I almost gave up but I’m still here. I’m not where I want to be yet, but I’m not where I used to be either, and that’s something to be grateful for.
So today, I honor every version of me that kept going. The version that cried in silence, the one that doubted, the one that grieved my mum deeply, and the one that still found courage to rise again. They all brought me here.
My story is still unfolding, but if there’s one truth I hold onto, it’s this: I didn’t come this far just to quit. 🙏
