Parenting Journey Abroad

09/07/2025

I have no choice now but to keep living in a place that never felt like home — where comfort was never mine to have.
But for now, I keep going… because one day, I will choose me.

Whether I come home with them or on my own, I’ll carry back the dreams of the child I once was —
A life I built from the ache, the distance, and the perseverance.

Mission accomplished.
Not just for them, but finally… for me.

09/06/2025

"The Best thing you can do for your child is to take care of your Mental Health"

06/06/2025

"Hope"
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve failed.
As a parent.
As a protector.
As the one who was supposed to make everything safe and whole for my child.

There are days when I see her struggling and I feel helpless—
like I’m watching someone I love drown and I can’t reach her in time.
Her pain feels like my pain.
Her silence, her distance, her anger…
it all echoes inside me louder than anything else.
And I wonder: Where did I go wrong?
Could I have done more? Said less? Held her differently?🥲

But today…
I want to make space for something softer.

I want to remember that parenting isn’t about perfection.
It’s about presence.
It’s about still being here—
even when I’ve made mistakes,
even when she pushes me away,
even when I don’t have the answers.

I am still here.
I have not given up on her.
I have not stopped loving her.
And that—maybe more than anything—
is what hope looks like.

Hope doesn’t mean pretending everything is fine.
Hope means believing that healing is still possible,
even after all the hard things.
Hope means showing up again,
and again, and again, with love.
Even if it’s quiet.
Even if it’s messy.

I am learning that my role as a parent isn’t to fix everything.
It’s to be a steady light,
a soft place to land,
a voice that says,
“You are not too much. You are not alone. I am with you.”

Even when she can’t hear me clearly.
Even when I don’t know what to do.
My love is still a kind of prayer.
A kind of promise. A kind of hope.

And maybe that’s enough for today.

29/05/2025

27/05/2025

⚠️ This is my original song.
Music and vocals created using AI for creative sharing purposes. By Suno
Not for commercial distribution.

I just want to share this with all the mothers out there who are struggling to say what their heart longs to express…

As a mother, there are moments when the weight of love
feels both beautiful and unbearable—especially when you see your child in pain and feel powerless to ease it.
You want nothing more than to break down the walls of silence,
to carry their sorrow for them,
to wrap them in comfort like you did when they were small.
But as they grow,
so do the distances between words and hearts,
and you’re left waiting—
behind doors,
behind boundaries,
behind unspoken fears.
Still, your love stays constant,
quietly present,
hoping one day
they’ll open up again and let you in.