It is already midnight, yet here I am, still wide awake. Just a while ago, I finished working on my paperwork, though my body feels heavy from the pain of my period, that familiar ache we women carry during these days.
Now I sit quietly on my bed, sharing the room with my cousin who is still bent over her own schoolwork.
Time moves so quickly. Semestral breaks and vacations feel like nothing more than a snap of the fingers. I am now in my third year, and even though our classes have only just begun, I can already feel the weight of new lessons, new challenges, and new realizations pressing into me.
The environment around me feels different. I have moved into a new room with my close cousin, and now there are only two of us, unlike my old room where four of my boardmate used to share the space. Back then, it felt livelier, almost comforting, but now the atmosphere hits differently. Yet no matter how many places I move into, nothing can ever compare to the comfort of home.
It has been nearly a month since I returned to the city, far away from the quiet peace of home and the warmth of my mama. I miss her deeply, and I miss my siblings as well. Sometimes the longing for them weighs more than the stress of my studies.
School feels different now compared to the past years. This time, I realize I must push myself harder, to gain not just knowledge but also wisdom.
Along the way, I have begun to love myself more and to walk with greater confidence, but only because I know that God is with me.
Friends and classmates remain the same, yet one truth stands out more clearly than ever: I cannot put my full trust in people, but I can always place my trust in God.
Tonight, as I sit here in the stillness of this room, I claim this semester as a victory, not because of my own strength, but because God will be with me. He will fight my battles, walk through my struggles, and carry me through the storms. And with that assurance, I choose to rest in His peace.
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Non-FictionLife often presents itself as a series of hurdles, each one taller than the last. These hurdles, though daunting, are not meant to break us but to shape us into who we are meant to be. It is through our darkest nights that we gain the strength to fa...
