23/08/2026
When I turned 15, life took me somewhere new.
Story of my life3
I moved to Douala.
I was still young, but I had already learned that nobody was coming to save me. I had to learn how to survive and take care of myself.
I started hustling.
I worked wherever I could. I did whatever I could to put food on my table and build a future for myself.
I was young, but life had forced me to grow up quickly. Years passed.
Then I met someone.
My first love.
The man who would become the father of my child.
At first, I believed I had finally found the happiness I had been searching for.
I dreamed of a beautiful family.
I dreamed of love, peace and a home where my child would grow up surrounded by happiness.
But sometimes, life doesn’t follow the plans we make. Things slowly changed.
The relationship became toxic.
I tried to hold on.
I tried to make things work.
I told myself that maybe tomorrow would be better.
But deep inside, I knew I couldn’t spend the rest of my life living in a place that was destroying my peace.
One day, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I have to leave.”
It wasn’t because I didn’t care.
It was because I finally realized that I had to care about myself too. I went back to my father’s house.
But instead of finding the comfort I needed, I found judgment.
People mocked me.
People talked.
Some made me feel like leaving my marriage was a failure.
I cried. Why does life keep testing me?”
I felt broken.
I had already sacrificed so much.
And now I felt like I had failed again.
But somewhere inside me, there was still a little voice saying:
“Don’t give up.”
To be continued ❤️