Unseen battles

From a young age, she always felt alone, even when surrounded by others. The world around her was full of people and their creations, but she still felt a quiet emptiness inside. She spent part of her childhood among those who could barely care for themselves, yet somehow, others came along who opened their homes and hearts to her. They loved her without limits and taught her lessons of kindness, faith, and wisdom.

Even then, she was different from the rest more sensitive, more observant, and more fragile in ways she couldn’t explain. She carried pain that no one knew about. There were things she had seen and felt that she never found the courage to talk about. She had so many questions, but silence always won.

As she grew older, she began hearing stories truths that revealed what she had always wondered. The answers hurt, but she didn’t let bitterness take root in her heart. She chose to understand rather than resent. Forgiveness became her quiet strength, even when it tore her apart inside.

When she entered a new chapter of her life, she met new people and made friends. They all started in the same place, learning the same lessons, walking the same path. But over time, everyone began to change. While the others drifted into chaos and rebellion, she remained grounded, following the rules she had been taught. She couldn’t explain it, but something deep inside her always whispered, “Don’t follow them. Stay true to yourself.”

Still, growing up wasn’t easy. Her appearance made her stand out, and soon, that difference became a reason for others to laugh at her. At first, she tried to laugh along, pretending it didn’t hurt but eventually, it did. The jokes cut deep. She never let anyone see how much it affected her. She would go home, put on a brave face, and then cry when she was alone.

Every day felt the same routine, quiet, and lonely. As the others became louder and bolder, she became quieter and more distant. She wanted to break free and be like them sometimes, but something always stopped her. She stayed disciplined, even when it made her feel like an outsider.

Years passed. She grew into a woman who carried her emotions in silence. By day, she smiled. By night, she broke down. She began to wonder if anyone around her ever felt the same way if they carried invisible pain too. But they always seemed fine, as if nothing ever bothered them. She started to feel like she was the only one fighting an unseen battle.

The teasing and criticism continued, though she tried not to care. Still, at night, she found herself questioning why she was always the target. She sometimes thought about changing herself, her looks, her behavior just to fit in. And one day, she did. But it didn’t bring her peace. Instead, she felt lost. The guilt was heavy, and she prayed to God for forgiveness.

The change brought judgment and rumors. People who barely knew her had a lot to say, while never looking at their own flaws. She realized then that not everyone around her was truly a friend just people living their own lives, each carrying their own world on their shoulders.

She became more careful, more observant, and less trusting. She learned from what she saw and promised herself not to repeat the same mistakes. She still followed the rules while others seemed to live freely, and she couldn’t help but wonder was someone protecting her from the same pain they faced? Or was she being kept from the life she wanted?

When she finally began living on her own, she pushed herself to do well. She wanted to make others proud, to be seen as good and worthy. But no one ever told her she was doing enough. That validation she longed for never came.

Then she met someone who shared her faith and values. For a moment, it felt right like her prayers had finally been answered. She felt seen, understood, and loved. But over time, that relationship began to mirror the pain she had spent years trying to escape. It was as if she was living through a generational curse repeating cycles of suffering she had watched others endure.

Still, she stayed hopeful. Her love was patient, her faith unshaken. She prayed for things to change, but the nightmares from her past followed her. She was still trapped, still tired, still unable to rest.

Eventually, she left. She needed space, and for a little while, she found peace. Freedom felt good, even if it was fleeting. But then, someone close to her needed help, and she gave up her freedom again to take care of them. She didn’t mind it was her nature to give, even at her own expense.

When she returned to what she once left, things seemed better at first. But soon, the same patterns returned. Deep down, she knew it was time to break free for good. It hurt to walk away, but she had no choice. She prayed, cried, and finally found the strength to let go.

Freedom came with fear. Starting over meant rebuilding from nothing filling the empty spaces left behind. But she did it. Slowly, she began to find herself again. Until once more, the same person she had helped needed her. She gave in and helped again, losing a part of her freedom once more.

Now, she often asks herself, Why must I always carry this burden? Why do I care so deeply? Why can’t I just say no? When will it finally be my turn to be happy?

She has become a woman who gives endlessly someone who helps others, who loves deeply, who endures quietly. People see her strength, but they don’t see how much of herself she’s lost along the way. Behind her calm eyes and steady voice is a woman still learning how to be free, still searching for the peace she’s always deserved.