The Fire That Forged me : The Beginning of My Story…! | by To My World.. | Sep, 2025
Story of a Girl Who thought everyone loves her, but the reality hits hard.
A story from my own book or maybe the chapter I hate the most.
A childhood memory that never left me.
When I was little, I used to listen to my friends talk about visiting their grandmother’s home. Their eyes would light up as they described the joy, the laughter, the food, the love
But me? I never had that kind of story to share. I longed for it, wished for it, but instead of warmth, my “home” felt like a prison.
It wasn’t a place of comfort, “It wasn’t a place of comfort, it was a place where I kept asking myself: what crime had I committed to deserve this punishment?”
The only place I was truly happy was not with friends, not with cousins, not even with relatives but with the small, cute nuclear family of mine.
With them, I didn’t have to pretend who I was. I could be straightforward, honest, even stubborn, and never get judged for the unique way I carried myself. That was my safe space, my little world where love didn’t demand masks.
But the world outside wasn’t so kind. Maybe I was too straightforward. Maybe I wasn’t the type to smile just to keep others comfortable.
And that was enough for me to be treated differently, like my truth was too heavy for them to accept.
What hurts the most is this: sometimes the real enemy isn’t the one you openly hate, it’s the one you love the most. You think they’ll be there, that they’ll stand beside you when life tests you.
But when the time comes, you’re left alone, forced to fight your own battles, bleeding and yet still expected to stand tall. The world has a cruel way of teaching lessons.
Often, the ones we trust the most are the first to betray us, the first to stab us in the back.
But here’s what I know now: silence doesn’t mean weakness. Pain doesn’t mean defeat. When no one stands beside you, you learn to become your own army.
You grow scars that remind you of battles survived, not just wounds endured. And sometimes, that’s what makes history, not the victories won with a crowd, but the resilience built in solitude.
If my childhood was a chapter I despise, then adulthood is the chapter I get to rewrite. Maybe the prison I once lived in was also the fire that forged me. And yes, the world is cruel.
But cruelty also teaches you how to stand alone, how to demand the life you deserve, and how to carry a strength so unshakable that no betrayal can ever break it again.
And so, I keep writing. I keep fighting. Because the story isn’t over yet. In fact, the best chapters are still unwritten, the chapters where I build my own joy, my own family, my own legacy.
Where I no longer just survive, but truly live. Where the little girl who once longed for a home finally creates one that feels like love, laughter, and freedom.
“This is not the end of my story. This is only the beginning.”
“LOVE YOURSELF”… FLY : First Love Yourself..— “To My World…!”