A breath of Fresh air

Finally, I feel like I can breathe again.

I did it. I took the step and left home. I am here—ready to fight for my dreams. It is scary, for sure. I am in a new country, sitting among people who come from a culture completely different from my own.

And yet, it feels like home.

I feel excited to begin this new chapter of my life, but I feel guilty too. I left my mom and my family behind, and that pain sits heavy in my chest. But it was time—time to start choosing myself. I love them deeply, and I know that in order to continue being the light that I am, I need to allow myself to be a little selfish.

I left the place where my light was dimmed. Where my breath was never fully my own. Where each step I took was monitored, measured, and limited by deeply rooted patriarchal expectations.

Now, I can breathe again.

My heart feels open. I feel lighter, more hopeful—like possibility has finally found me.

The journey ahead is anything but easy. Chasing the dream of becoming a doctor will demand everything from me: my strength, my patience, my resilience. But this dream is my purpose. It is my destination.

Leaving home was painful, but necessary. It taught me that what is meant for us may hurt at first, may come wrapped in sadness and fear—but growth often does. Change is not always gentle, yet it is essential.

Finally, I can breathe again.