I no longer see a way out; my heart aches…
My life is an endless struggle.
Hello.
I’m writing these words with a heavy heart. I’m only 27 years old, yet I’m already afraid of the future.
I am exhausted.
Year after year, it’s the same cycle: poverty, loneliness, disappointment.
Holidays come and go, but I don’t feel them. Instead of joy, there’s just emptiness.
I try to believe that among all the deceit, betrayal, and cruelty, there are still kind people out there. People who can understand, help, and support.
But as time goes on, hope fades.
I’ve forgotten how to smile.
Each day leaves me with less strength.
Those who promised help have just vanished. I’ve heard plenty of nice words.
– I’m always here for you, mate!
– We’re family, you can count on me!
– Everything will be alright, don’t give up!
But when it came time to act, those words meant nothing.
I was left alone.
I struggle with poverty, illness, empty hopes.
Surgery I can’t afford is needed.
Recently, doctors told me I needed urgent surgery.
My kidney issues are becoming serious.
But the amount of money needed is beyond my reach.
I’ve been out of work for some time. I no longer think about the future—only about getting through another day.
Lies, betrayal, and lost hopes
The pain isn’t just from the illness, but from people.
People I trusted.
Those who swore friendship and love but turned away in hard times.
How easily people deceive… How easily they speak pretty words, yet do nothing.
How many times have I heard promises like:
– We won’t abandon you!
– We’ll help you!
Then those people vanished.
I’ve realized a simple truth: in this harsh world, actions speak louder than words.
The one person who hasn’t let me down
I’m not entirely alone.
There’s one person who’s stood by me.
My grandmother.
She’s the only one who stays with me, fighting every day.
But her pension doesn’t cover much.
We pay for electricity, medicine, and are left with nothing.
Yet, we need to buy food, pay for heating, pay the doctors.
I ask for help.
I look into the eyes of strangers, but they just turn away.
Some people curse, others sneer.
Some even take advantage of my misfortune, like those who promised me a summer job by the coast but then never paid me.
Why does God test us so harshly?
Every day, I ask myself: why?
Why must people who’ve never done harm suffer?
My grandmother and I pray each evening.
We ask God for help.
But does He hear us?
Why does He send so many trials?
Have I really deserved this?
I’m only 27. Don’t I have the right to simply live, to find joy, to breathe without fear of tomorrow?
My grandmother is an elderly woman. Hasn’t she earned a peaceful old age?
Why is everything the reverse?
Why does she carry my burden when it should be the other way around?
I still want to believe in people.
Despite everything, I refuse to give up.
I don’t want to believe that greed, cruelty, and betrayal are all that’s left in this world.
I know honest people exist.
There are those who can help.
There are those who understand that kindness isn’t just empty words.
And maybe, someday, I will meet such a person.
Because even after everything I’ve been through, I still believe.
