Blog 32: Who Am I? 🌌


A Week of Milestones and Emotions

This week has been a whole week for me. I got older, I completed a six-week program, and I cried about turning another year older while still feeling like I’m not “there” yet. You know that place,the invisible milestone in your head that whispers, “By this age, I should have…” It’s a familiar ache, and it caught up with me hard this week.

But even in my tears, I realized something precious: mental stability is a gem. It’s better than gold and richer than any wealth the world can give. Without peace of mind, all the riches mean nothing. With peace of mind, even the smallest progress feels like abundance.



Learning to Be My Own Savior

I’m learning that I must be my own savior in many ways. Not in the divine sense, God is God, and He reigns, but in the practical sense of choosing to show up for myself. I must prioritize my mental health and stability. I must love me more than I desire to be loved by people,or even by God.

That might sound controversial, but hear me out. God’s love is infinite, yes, but if I don’t love myself enough to accept it, nurture it, and build on it, then His love feels distant. If I don’t prioritize my own well-being, no external love will ever be enough.

At the end of the day, I’m largely alone in this world, and so are you. We have communities, families, friends, and loved ones. And while they care deeply, they are also human beings navigating their own storms, their own limitations, their own blind spots. No one can carry us fully. No one is designed to.

God in the Experience of Life

Here’s my unpopular opinion: God is a part of your experience, not the whole of it.

What I mean is this: God walks with us, sustains us, guides us, and loves us. But He doesn’t cancel out our human responsibility to live, to choose, to discover. Faith doesn’t replace self-work. Grace doesn’t replace growth.

You can pray, worship, and seek Him, and still need to journal, rest, go to therapy, exercise, or cut off toxic connections. God is in the journey with us, but He allows us the gift (and the challenge) of participating in our own healing and becoming.

The Core Question: Who Am I?

And so, this week brought me back to the core question: Who am I?

That is the north star of life, the compass that keeps us aligned when everything else shifts. Titles fade. Relationships change. Seasons come and go. But the essence of who you are, your soul, your purpose, your values, that is the ground you build on.

So, don’t put anyone before your happiness and your purpose. Even if it means letting them go. Even if it means walking away from environments or narratives that no longer serve you. It’s not selfish, it’s sacred.

My Reflection to You 🌿

Take this with a pinch of salt and pepper,I speak from my context, from the lessons I’m still learning. But if there’s one thing I’d want you to carry, it’s this:

  • Guard your mental stability as treasure.

  • Love yourself enough to choose yourself.

  • Trust God, but also do the work He’s entrusted you with.

  • And above all—never stop asking “Who am I?”

That question isn’t a burden; it’s the ultimate journey. And in every season, joyful or heavy, it will lead you home to yourself.

Love and light, always. ✨


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