From Darkness to Light: My Journey of Self-Discovery Amidst Trials

 From Darkness to Light: 

My Journey of Self-Discovery Amidst Trials 

Life has a way of throwing challenges at us when we least expect them. In 2008, I opened my first business, filled with hope and excitement. Two years later, I launched a second, eager to expand and provide a better life for my family. Little did I know, this would be the start of a journey that would turn my world upside down.

It began with a strange feeling—a sensation of fire around my feet, though there was nothing visible. Soon after, I was plagued by relentless back pain. Desperate for relief, I sought help from a prophet who told me that God had said to close my businesses. Skeptical at first, I hesitated. But as time passed, my health deteriorated. I started to hear eerie sounds, like a snake slithering nearby,

 

and I felt water being sprinkled on my face at odd hours.

My breaking point came when, on the verge of embarking on a spiritual three-day water fast, my four-year-old son suddenly developed a high fever that wouldn’t subside. I prayed fervently, and miraculously, his fever disappeared, giving me the strength to continue my fast. Yet, the spiritual warfare intensified. I had recurring dreams of a fair-skinned woman chasing me down the street. When I finally turned to confront her, she fled. Her face was familiar, but I couldn’t place it.

Returning from my fast, I encountered two women on the street whose heads eerily turned backward, staring at me with evil glances. It was as if I had glimpsed into the spiritual realm, witnessing the unseen battles surrounding me. Despite these harrowing experiences, I closed my businesses months later and bought a house, hoping to find peace and happiness. But instead, I found myself in a "village of hell."

I was slandered, persecuted, and rejected by the very community I had hoped would bring me solace. The attacks came from all sides, and I withdrew into myself, seeking peace and clarity. My once-thriving self-employed life, where I took pride in my beautiful home, clean environment, and delicious meals, was reduced to constant ridicule. My ex-husband, a man I thought I knew, began to belittle and judge me, calling me "evil names" every chance he got as though I had no value.. It was then that I realized: who is this man I married? His behavior became more and more toxic, until I could no longer tolerate the emotional abuse. Every day brought new torment, and I came to understand that I was living with a narcissist.

Eventually, I made the difficult decision to leave, determined to reclaim my life. But even as I sought to escape the storm, I found myself in the eye of a tornado.

 I asked myself repeatedly: Who am I? Why am I here? What is my purpose? Amidst the chaos, I kept praying, fasting,

 and seeking new ways to support myself financially. Slowly, I started to find answers, and as my spiritual connection deepened, my perspective shifted.

Just as I was beginning to regain my footing, an old acquaintance came to me, asking for help. They needed assistance in repairing two houses—a two-story and a one-story property—and promised that I could rent the homes to recoup my investment, eventually making a profit. We discussed drawing up a formal agreement, but no paperwork was ever signed. Despite the lack of legal assurance, I agreed to help, thinking this would be a way to secure my future as I grew older. I invested everything I had—my entire savings—into the project, and for two and a half years, I poured my heart and soul into finishing it.

When the work was finally complete and the tenants had moved in, I thought my struggles were over. But six months later, the person I trusted double-crossed me. They cut me out of the deal, telling me I was no longer needed. In one cruel stroke, I lost everything—my entire investment and my sole source of income. It felt like the ground had been pulled from beneath me.

But through it all, I kept praying. I realized that every trial I faced was pushing me closer to my true self. The financial losses, betrayals, and spiritual attacks were all part of a larger plan. Despite the pain, I refused to give up. Writing became my salvation—a way to express the storms within me without needing to trust anyone else.

Now, as I look back, I see how far I’ve come. Through the trials, betrayals, and spiritual battles, I found my true purpose. My journey to self-discovery is ongoing, but I’m no longer lost in the whirlwind. I’ve learned that sometimes, it takes walking through fire to emerge stronger, more focused, and more aligned with your purpose.

This is my story—a journey from darkness to light, from pain to purpose, from loss to self-discovery. And through it all, I’ve learned one simple truth: even in the center of a tornado, there is always a way out