28/05/2026
A few days ago, I came back to this place… and my heart felt everything all over again. 🥹
I worked at this temple for 3 years, building scaffolds, waking up early, coming home exhausted, and many times hugging my daughter while silently carrying so much weight inside.
And standing there again made me realize something…
I don’t miss the exhaustion.
I miss the strong woman I became there. 🤍
There were days I felt completely broken.
Days I cried alone.
Days I felt guilty for spending so many hours away from my daughter just trying to survive and build a better future for us.
But there was also a woman who never gave up.
A migrant woman.
A mother.
A hardworking woman who, despite being tired, still dreamed of a calmer life… a freer life… a life where she could be more present for her child.
I may not have stayed until the end of this project…
but a piece of my heart will always live here.
This place taught me strength.
It taught me courage.
And it reminded me that God never let go of my hand. ✨
Today my life looks different.
I left that heavy job to start building a new life through social media and digital marketing.
And even though I’m still growing and learning every day, I’m deeply grateful for every sacrifice because it led me here.
To every mom working long hours while her children wait at home…
I want you to know this:
You are not a bad mother for wanting a better life.
You are not weak for feeling tired.
And you are not behind in life. 🌷
One day your children will understand every sacrifice you made with so much love.
Keep believing in yourself.
Because sometimes the most exhausted women… are the ones closest to changing their entire story. 🤍