11/07/2025
It’s been 20 years of working and living overseas, navigating challenges, paperwork, and constant uncertainty, always feeling like someone’s watching your back, never fully able to breathe.
I just turned 42, and sometimes I find myself asking… how much longer? How many more years until life finally feels peaceful, stable, free?
There are days that feel like a form of confinement, not because of walls, but because of circumstances. Unless you’ve walked this path, it’s hard to explain the weight it carries. Twenty years of pushing, holding it together, building for something better… just so one day, my kids and I can have a life we can truly live and enjoy.
I know recovery from the past few years will take time. Maybe more than I want to admit. But I keep faith. I pray every day for strength, for peace, for health, not just for me, but for my family.
All I want is a future where my kids and I can breathe, live fully, and finally feel what peace really means.
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