Jogging My Memory 🧠✨
The Wait, the Weight, and the Will to Keep Going I’ve always heard that patience is a virtue. But no one tells you how heavy patience can feel when you’re living in the middle of it. For months now, I’ve been waiting for a dream to come true — a chance to start fresh in the UK as a caregiver. I did everything right. Passed the interviews. Validated my certificates. Sent every document needed. Then came the wait. I watched as the first batch left, hoping I’d be next. But days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Let me tell you — nothing tests your spirit like waiting for a door you’ve already knocked on to finally open. Some nights, I lie awake staring at the ceiling, questioning everything. Did I do enough? Did I miss something? Am I even meant to be on this path? The silence has a way of making doubts louder. But somewhere between those thoughts, there’s a fire that refuses to go out. It whispers, “Keep going. Your time is coming.” I wasn’t born into a life of s...