Hope on Borrowed Times
Strength in Silent times There comes a point in life where silence feels heavier than words, and lately, I have been living in that space. I look around and wonder how I reached this moment — a place where I am trying to hold myself together while life keeps testing me in ways I never imagined. I am searching for stability, for direction, for some sign that I am on the right path, yet each day feels like walking on uncertain ground. I once dreamed of working in my field — a place where creativity breathes and passion has meaning. I studied, I prepared, and I built myself for a future I believed in. I imagined a life where my talent and effort would naturally guide me to the career I deserved. But reality often arrives uninvited, and it arrived harshly. Today I find myself in a healthcare job, not because it was my dream, but because survival sometimes leaves us no choice. I am grateful for the work, for the opportunity to serve, but a part of me...
