Steem4nigeria Accelerator Contest week 98: the phase of my life I would never like to experience again.

Life is like a two sided coins, when one side is ugly the other is beautiful, some painful, and others that leave behind lessons wrapped in scars.

As I look back at my journey, there’s a particular phase that shaped me in more ways than one, but it’s also a time I would never wish to relive again not even in my next life or wish for any one.

It was a chapter filled with torture, maltreatment, wickedness, sadness and no hope of life, rejection, and silent tears. I was young, hopeful, and trying to find my place in a world that constantly reminded me I didn’t quite belong.

I actually face this season of life from my childhood where I was subjected to pains, and hardship.

Therefore having experience such part of life I really understood it personally as a season where the world seems to be against you especially when it coming from those you wouldn't expect it from.

The most painful of it is that, when it comes from those you were relying for hope, comfort and protection or betrayal from your family.

Yes;

I have made a post last week about my story . This the link to the post
(https://steemit.com/hive-147599/@vicvine25/steem4nigeria-accelerator-contest-week98-my-voice-my-story)
In my own case, it was the rejection from my family, torture and maltreatment from my step-mother. This push me to a very tight corner of life. I struggle to earn a living, to stand out and to succeed.

Behind closed doors, I experienced a level of pain and maltreatment I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I was treated like an outsider, neglected, and emotionally bruised. There were nights I was locked outside under the rain and sun no shelter, no concern for how I felt. They went out, laughed, lived life, and never looked back to check if I was even okay. I felt invisible. Less than human.

There were days I wanted to give up. Days I questioned my worth. Days I cried in silence.

But somehow, I kept moving, until today that am someone.

My strength was from God because that phase of my life taught me resilience. It taught me how to survive when it felt like the world was against me. It taught me to depend on God and believe in my dreams even when everything around me said otherwise. It toughened me, no doubt. But it also broke me in ways that took years to heal.

And while I am grateful for the strength it built in me, I will never wish to go back to that phase. Not because I haven’t forgiven or moved on, but because it was a time filled with deep pain a phase where love was absent, and survival was my only goal.

Never, and not even Wish it for anyone in this life. As I have regain and structured my life, I'm walking with my head high. I’m no longer that broken soul trapped in silence. I’ve grown. I’ve healed. I’ve found my voice and rediscovered my worth. I now surround myself with people who genuinely love and uplift me.

That season may have shaped my story, but it no longer defines my future.

Thank you for reading, I invite @bossj23
@bee5 @usoro01 to this contest.