This is my story, and I want to share it with the readers.
Growing up was tough. There was no money to support me, and life was hard. My parents tried their best but struggled to provide, and eventually, they passed away. My mother died in 2014, and my father in 2020. After that, my life wasn’t good, and I couldn’t finish school.
That’s when I started having issues at school; it became stricter, and it became hard for me to continue. I started feeling like giving up on my dreams. I felt overwhelmed and hopeless. Because of a lack of money, I couldn’t achieve the dreams that were deeply rooted in me. I felt trapped and without options.
Even though I tried, it was difficult to continue, so I began hanging around people who were into drugs and other bad influences. I started using drugs, and that’s when I got involved in selling drugs to try and pay for school and to support myself and my younger siblings. The lack of money led me down a dark path, and it became really hard to escape from it.