Title: A Journey of Self-Reliance And Healing

Growing up ,my life was shaped with hardship,abandonments , and the constant struggle to survive. When my dad walked out of our home, I didn’t fully understand what was happening. I was too young to grasp the weight of his absence, but I felt its impact immediately. My mother, left to shoulder the burden of raising me, became a fighter overnight. She struggled to provide, and there were days when the fridge was empty, and the hope of a meal was as distant as the man who left us.

I watched as my mother worked tirelessly, sometimes taking on multiple jobs just to keep the lights on and ensure we had enough to eat. There were nights when we went to bed hungry because there simply wasn’t enough money for food. Despite the many challenges, my mother never gave up. Her determination to make sure I had a chance at a better life is something I carry with me every day.

I remember the nights vividly—my mother sitting at the table, her head in her hands, trying to figure out how to make a few dollars stretch far enough to keep us afloat. She never let me see her cry, but I knew the tears were there. I saw it in the way her hands trembled as she worked late into the night and in the quiet sighs she let slip when she thought I wasn’t listening.

For years, I lived in the shadow of scarcity and uncertainty. I felt like life was something happening to other people, while I was stuck in survival mode. There were moments when it felt easier to give up. People gave up on me. Teachers, friends, and even family sometimes looked at me like I was destined to fail. Their doubts became my doubts, and slowly, I started to give up on myself too.

But somewhere in the darkest moments, a spark of determination began to grow. I realized no one was coming to save me—I had to save myself. I began to understand that if I wanted a better life, I had to fight for it, just like my mother fought for me all those years.

I started learning how to hustle, picking up odd jobs, and teaching myself skills I never thought I’d need. It wasn’t glamorous, and it wasn’t easy. I made mistakes—plenty of them. But each misstep taught me something valuable about resilience, about grit, and about the strength I never knew I had.

Now, I’m still in the thick of it. I’m learning every day how to survive in a world that wasn’t built to make it easy for people like me. But I’m also learning how to thrive. I’ve stopped waiting for someone to believe in me because I’ve started believing in myself. And that, I’ve realized, is the foundation of everything.

This journey isn’t over, and I still face moments of doubt and fear. But when I look at how far I’ve come—from those empty fridges to this growing determination—I know I’m on the right path. I’m learning how to turn pain into power, doubt into drive, and survival into success.

In the end ,it wasn’t about the money or the jobs I worked. It was about the realization that I was never truly alone. I had my own strength to rely on, and that was more than enough to carry me forward.

For anyone reading this who feels like giving up: don’t. Even when it feels like the world has given up on you, you can still find the strength to stand up for yourself. If I can start to rebuild my life from nothing, so can you.

Stay tuned for the next chapter of my journey—because this story is far from over.