The Day I Almost Gave Up, But Didn’t
💔 The Day I Almost Gave Up, But Didn’t
Life doesn’t always give you a warning before it hits you hard. It just shows up, shakes everything, and watches how you respond.
Some months ago, I hit one of the lowest points in my life. I was trying so hard to keep up — pushing through, smiling on the outside — but deep down, I was running on empty. I had been working on a creative project I truly believed in, something that I thought would finally open the door I’d been knocking on for years. Weeks of planning, late nights, and sacrifices… all of it vanished in a single phone call.
The person on the other end said, “We’re sorry, but we’ve decided to go with someone else.”
I won’t lie — my heart dropped. Not just because of the lost opportunity, but because I had counted on it to help me survive that month. Financially, mentally, emotionally — I had tied my hope to it. And when it crumbled, so did my confidence.
For two days, I stayed indoors. No calls. No posts. No food. I just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if anything I was doing made sense. I questioned my gifts, my choices, and even my purpose. It felt like I was screaming, but no one could hear me.
Then something unexpected happened.
My younger sister walked into my room. She didn’t say much, just hugged me and whispered, “You’re still the strongest person I know.”
That simple sentence broke me and healed me at the same time. I cried — not out of pain, but because someone still believed in me, even when I didn’t.
The next day, I pulled myself up. I didn’t have a plan, but I had a decision: I won’t give up. Not now. Not like this.
I picked up my phone and started reaching out to people. Not asking for money, just asking for advice, or guidance. And slowly, things began to change. A friend connected me to a small freelance job. It wasn’t much, but it reminded me that I still had value. That I could still build, even from the rubble.
Since then, I’ve been rebuilding. One step at a time. I’m not where I want to be yet, but I’m stronger than I was that night on my bed, feeling forgotten.
🌱 What This Taught Me:
- Never tie your worth to a single opportunity.
- There is strength in asking for help.
- Even in your silence, someone sees your struggle.
- Healing doesn’t always come through miracles — sometimes it’s a whisper, a hug, a message at the right time.
If you’re going through something hard right now, please hold on. The version of you that survives this moment is going to be powerful.
Thanks for reading my story. I didn’t write this for sympathy — I wrote it because someone out there might need the reminder I once needed too: You are not alone.
– Precious 💙