Isn’t that what life's challenges teach us?
I’ve been reflecting on what the last one month plus has been for me, and it’s all about moving from one challenge to another, having a little time to break down or mourn my losses, no time to restrategize because life was waiting to happen over and again, and the little moment I had to cry, I couldn’t even use it that much because I needed to think up ways out of the many messes that life was throwing without rest.
May 1st was one of my close friends’ wedding, and I was so hyped about it. Considering the many things that had been happening before then, I prayed so hard that the wedding was a success without any problem, and so it was. God was so merciful that the wedding was very beautiful. I couldn’t stop admiring how beautiful my friend looked in her Rose-Gold wedding gown. Her smile was so beautiful that it felt like life was going to continue to be beautiful.
May 2, I was heading back home because the party was over, and the rest of us in the singlehood were to return to our life as the moon is yet to come up for us. Then, I got home, rested for a minute, and then came the emails, two at five minutes interval. I was dealt heavy rejections from an application I had put my all into. It took me months before I could get the documents ready yet came the wrecking two-paragraphed “we are sorry” ending with “we wish you the best”.
I laughed it off as though it meant nothing, but deep down, I was hurting and screaming from within. I couldn’t even share the loss with anyone “just because”. And while I was trying to mourn that and think of the next thing to do, I received a knock on my door, it was from one of my neighbours whom I had been trying to protect. I got the most devastating news ever, and I forgot my predicament to take up hers.
Few days later, we had a heads-up, fund-raised for her so that she would find her way out of toxicity. Then, I received another devastating news. My sister was in dire need of an urgent surgery, else, her matter would escalate. I thought it was something we could deal with, but then, I got another news that my mom was sick, and we needed money too.
My heart was shattered. I was broken, but still, I had to be strong just because they needed me more than I imagined. I got calls, I broke down in the middle of the night, cried my heart out to God, then settled to fund-raise for my sister also.
While I was in the process of that, my ulcer got worse, and I landed at the hospital, then got resuscitated with an oxygen because I forgot how to breath. 😂
Pheww! What a wonderful one-month break I had.
I’m still recovering from the heavy blow of ulcer that I wished I knew how serious it was getting before it got out of hand. I guess I was so busy dealing with life that I forgot to deal with my stomach. But that’s fine because I am fine now, back to my life, hopefully back to posting consistently on Hive once more, engaging, meeting people, and building up my Hive Power back. Just one step at a time.
One thing though, I haven’t lost my strength. I just left a bit of it in the river of "a lot".
However, I'm taking time to regain all my strength back because who knows when life will throw another rock?
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