The Real Journey Behind Being “Lucky”

Has anyone ever told you, “you’re so lucky, how did you do it?”Someone said that to me a few days ago… you simply smile and… well,cue my face (emoji), thinking: oh, they clearly have no idea what’s behind it… haha.

If only people knew that all of this came from years of silent battles and gap years that were not breaks, but necessary pauses to deal with personal and family situations. It also came from different kinds of loss (people, places, stages of life) and moving across four countries, each one pushing me to start again.

This path has also been shaped by learning to hide my dyscalculia just to keep up in a world that doesn’t slow down to understand. By smiling on the outside while falling apart inside. By moving forward even when life was telling me to stop. By spending hours studying, not to know more, but to ignore less (emoji arrow).And by looking inward, with honesty, to stay true to myself.

None of this would have been possible without long hours of therapy... therapy to hold myself together, to rebuild, and to believe in myself again.

So yes, feeling lucky (emoji heart).But not because something fell from the sky.Feeling lucky because still here, despite everything; because getting up again and again; because choosing not to give up.Because still betting on myself.

And above all, getting here by staying clear-minded enough to decide that, even when life gets tough, the only way is forward.