I failed! My Journey So Far – And Why I’m Starting Again, Stronger This Time
This is probably the hardest blog post I’ve written. Not because I don’t know what to say but because it carries a truth that still stings: I didn’t pass my exam. After months of preparing, crying, hoping, and dreaming, the results didn’t turn out the way I wanted. And yes it hurts. A lot. But I’m writing this not as a goodbye, not with sadness in my voice, but with clarity. This is me closing a chapter, not the book. Because the story isn’t over. I sat for 9 subjects earlier this year, and trust me, it felt like climbing a mountain barefoot, with books on my back and stress as my shadow. I gave it what I had. I studied when my brain felt fried. I showed up on the hard days. I believed really believed that I could do it. And maybe, in some twisted way, failing was life’s brutal way of telling me: “Not yet. But don’t stop.” So here I am, facing the same 9 subjects again. But this time, I’m not doing it with fear. I’m doing it with fire . Because now I know what the battlefield looks...