There was a time when silence felt like rejection. When every unanswered question echoed louder than the ones I dared to ask. But I kept asking. Not because I expected clarity from others— but because I needed to hear my own voice rise.

And when the answers didn’t come, when the mentors ghosted, when the systems failed, I stopped waiting.

I listened deeper. I traced the ache back to its origin. I became the guide I was looking for.

This isn’t a story about having it all figured out. It’s about refusing to stay lost. It’s about honoring the questions and trusting that the path will reveal itself when you walk it anyway.

So, if you’re in that space— where the silence is loud and the answers are few— know this: You are not abandoned. You are being invited to create.