For many years, my life was defined by borrowing. I borrowed money to pay rent. I borrowed food to feed my children. I borrowed hope from people who were already tired of helping me. Every morning, I woke up with the same heavy feeling in my chest, wondering how I would survive the day without dignity. I had no job, no stable income, and no clear direction. Life felt unfair, cruel, and unkind.
I tried to hide my pain, but it showed everywhere. My clothes were worn out. My phone stayed off most of the time because I could not afford airtime. I avoided friends and relatives because I was ashamed. Every visit felt like an interrogation: “Have you found a job?” “Why are you still struggling?” I smiled and nodded, but inside I was breaking.…CONTINUE READING
