How lucky I am to have come this far.
I don’t know how I made it through—what I did or didn’t do—but I’m here. And maybe that’s the most beautiful part:
I’m still here. Still needed. Still wanted.
My story isn’t over yet.

Life is hard. Mine especially, maybe.
But I’ve learned—everyone under the sky is fighting something.
We just don’t talk about it.
In my culture, we’re taught that sharing pain is shameful, that needing help is weakness.
I started to believe even *having* a problem was wrong.

But I look back and see mountains.
And I walked through every one of them.

So this hardship now?
I’ll walk through it too.
Life is still precious.
And the most interesting thing? You never really know what tomorrow holds—
what the next chapter might bring.
But as long as we’re still here, we can keep going.
All this—every step—is shaping us.
Making us stronger.
And hopefully… wiser.

Karin Sabrina