Home, My Home

Once she closes the door to her home, she leaves the chaos of the outside world behind. Inside, she is free to let her mind wander, embrace peace, and find her calm no matter what the day has brought.

Her home is not always four walls and a roof. Sometimes, it is the quiet corner in her mind where peace finds her, even when the world around her is loud with chaos. It is the inner sanctuary she retreats to when life feels overwhelming.Her home can be the small circle of friends she trusts enough to listen without judgment when she needs to pour her heart out. It can be the quiet place she runs to when the storms of life grow too wild. It is wherever she feels safe enough to drop her guard, let go of the day’s weight, and simply be herself.

When she is in her home whether it is within her own heart, in the company of trusted souls, or in a place that soothes her spirit she knows the opinions and noise of the world cannot touch her. That is the freedom that allows her to take risks, to live authentically, and to face each day knowing that, no matter what happens, she will always have a place where she is at peace.e.

Now, this had not always been the case for her. In her past life, it was quite the opposite. She had four walls and a roof, and, to top it off, a plate of food to keep her stomach full. But that was where the comfort ended. To cope, she did what any logical teenager in that position might do take whatever she could, whenever she had the chance.There were countless times she would run to a friend’s house, just to escape the hate and resentment that filled the structure she called “home.” A home overflowing with insults. A home steeped in disrespect. A home where she was burdened with endless chores while others spent their days shopping, getting their hair done, or making money illegally in the so called land of opportunity.

It was a home that felt more like a cage, stripping away her chance to simply be the child she longed, to be the child she deserved to be. Yet, even in the midst of that chaos, she was blessed to find remarkable people who offered her a different kind of home. They gave her a listening ear, a safe place to breathe, and the time and space to grow into the person she was destined to become. Today, some of her most treasured memories are rooted in the kindness of those souls.

In those years, God’s hand was evident, sharpening her mind and inclining her toward academic excellence. She rose above her peers in school, her achievements shining brightly even when her self-worth felt dim. Still, deep inside, she longed to belong to be part of the “cool kids” crew. But she was never quite what that world demanded: not pretty enough, not wealthy enough, not light-skinned enough.

Rejection didn’t just wait for her at home it followed her like an unshakable shadow on sunny days, and like a lone star lingering in the cold darkness of winter nights. It was ever-present, a constant reminder that acceptance, for her, would never come easily. And even now, she notices its patterns woven into her everyday life appearing when she dares to stand up for what she believes, or perhaps when she tries too hard to win the approval of people who, in truth, are already impressed by her in ways she doesn’t even realize.

The question is now that she has the emotional, physical, and spiritual awareness, along with a few resources that would have been invaluable back then when she needed them most what is holding her back from using what she has now to take bold risks, make the right moves, and carve a path toward a future without limits? A future where she leaves a legacy, where her story is told on platforms that inspire others.

Could it be that, back then, she knew deep down she had nothing to lose and no one to disappoint, which gave her the freedom to act fearlessly? And now, with self-awareness and the weight of adulthood, that raw courage has been replaced by a quiet, persistent fear?

She takes pride in the twenty years it has taken to build the small sanctuary she now calls home complete with the four walls and roof she has, in many ways, built with her own hands. It may not be much by the world’s standards, but to her, it is a testament to resilience, gratitude, and hard-earned achievement. And one of the truest ways she can honor that journey is by throwing herself wholeheartedly into whatever she sets her mind to.