22/08/2026
God has always been in control.
There is a certain kind of pain that comes from trying your best and still being misunderstood.
The pain of being betrayed by the people you love so much.
The pain of having lies told against you when you are the only witness to the truth—when there is no one else to speak for you, leaving you with nothing to do but remain silent.
The pain of embarrassment.
The pain of heartbreak.
The pain of losing someone you love deeply.
Sometimes, you cry, but people still tell you to “man up” and move on, while you are dying inside. At some point, it feels like nobody truly understands you. Everyone tells you to move on, as if moving on is something you can simply choose to do.
But what happens when you have already tried to hold on? What happens when hope itself has failed you?
My mother held on to hope until the end, yet she still died poor. So I have learned that sometimes, life does not give us the ending we pray for, no matter how much we hope or how hard we try.
Hurting me now feels like a waste of time because I am already bleeding inside.
I don't need people to tell me to be strong. I don't need them to tell me to forget or simply move on. Sometimes, I just wish someone could understand the weight of what I am carrying without asking me to pretend that it doesn't hurt.
God has always been in control. I just don't always understand His reasons.
