Finding Tia (again)
Woah, it’s been ages since my last post here. Life has been a whirlwind, and last month brought an unexpected storm, a mental breakdown that shook me to my core (for real). It all started when I had to face the reality of my scholarship application. Reading the rejection felt like a dagger to the heart. In that moment, I realized how much this dream meant to me and how painful it was to see it slipping away. I sought help and did some serious self-reflection. I took a step back and evaluated what I had done so far and what I needed to prepare moving forward. It wasn’t easy, admitting my mistakes and gaps was a humbling process. For a while, I felt utterly lost, just going through the motions without direction. Yesterday, it all culminated in my body giving up on me. I fell sick, and as much as I dislike feeling weak, I believe this was Allah’s way of telling me to pause and rest. It was a forced slowdown, a chance to recharge and reflect. Despite the struggles, I’ve come to appreciate ...