Steem4nigeria Accelerator Contest week 100: can you remember?

Hello beloved Steemians, I can't help but will continue to pour out my heart, sometimes it may look like a repetition but but my story is real. To this contest, I must be truthful to myself, pour out my heart and continue to be healed and relieved. The very people who hurt me saw my silence and took it for weakness.
They saw my kindness and mistook it for stupidity.
They thought my light would fade in the darkness they threw me into. But it turned to be my stepping stone.

In most cases, I was wronged deeply.
I was judged, mocked, misunderstood, and maltreated by the very ones I trusted.
I passed through hell wearing a smile, because even my tears weren’t safe around those who claimed to care.
I was made to feel like I was the problem, like I wasn’t enough, like my pain didn’t matter. Deep inside me I was hurt bitterly.

All this I can't just forget so easily, I still remember.

Yes, I remember. Not because I’m still angry, but because the wound took time to heal.
It was someone I trusted someone I let into my life with pure intentions. They betrayed that trust, twisted my words, and made me the villain in a story I never wrote. I was angry because they knew my scars and still chose to add more.
But over time, I realized holding on to anger only kept me in chains. So I forgave not for them, but for me. That was the beginning of my healing.

Sometimes I saw some of their actions as hatred but not correction, I remember it clearly one of the instances , that day I came back from school, still wearing my school uniform, my step mom asked me to carry the dirty water that was kept for and pour it on the river side, I drop my school bad, carry the water, threw it away, not knowing that she forgot 1 egg inside the water, I after I returned home, she asked me, Victoria where is the egg that was in that water, I told her, I did see any egg, no one believed me, but I was beaten and starved for days. Till today I still sees that as a plan, a weakness and I can't forget easily, I still remember.

I still remember when I was locked outside for day, a child of about 6 years, I still remember, kneeling down to carry an heavy stones for hours, I remember alot, because they serve as my strength and a reason to attend more success. The reason to strive more and areason to work more.,

Yes, the first day I rendered a special number in my church, it was very funny to me after , when I handled the microphone, I forgot the lyrics of the song I wanted to sing, people started laughing, I was like , can I disappear from this spot? .there was no way, untill I got an energy from my mom who was there. That funny episode of me is what I can't forget easily depending on who I am today. Remembering how I started, I believe in trying and failing and trying again.

I only go give thanks to God that I am alive today to make My past My story. Honestly, it was a stormy sea.
There were moments of sunshine, but they were often covered by clouds of hurt, rejection, and deep pain. I wouldn’t call it a “good past life” it was more of a battle zone.
But looking back, I see strength in that struggle.
All that is left now is a story that is hard to forget.

I invite
@bossj23
@emmalex25
@okere-blessing