Finding My Purpose in Life: Through Faith, Family, and the Power of Words

Have you ever looked at your life and wondered, “Why do I always have to be the one to sacrifice?”
I did. That question followed me for years. It stayed with me during sleepless nights and quiet mornings filled with silent stress. It wasn’t self-pity. It was confusion, exhaustion, and a quiet ache I didn’t know how to name.

But life has a way of answering us, especially when we start paying attention.

Growing up, my relationship with my father wasn’t the easiest. He had expectations, and I often felt like I was under a spotlight that burned more than it warmed. His love came with pressure, and I didn’t know how to handle that. So I pushed back. I stayed away. And eventually, I broke down. I carried that weight silently until it turned into something heavier—depression.

Home didn’t feel peaceful either. My mother was often sick, and my father’s work wasn’t stable. Being the eldest meant taking on more than I understood. I’d watch other kids laugh and live freely, and I’d wonder, Why do I have to grow up this fast?

Eventually, I started drifting. I stopped coming home. I spent nights, sometimes weeks, with friends just to avoid the tension. I thought I had time to figure things out.

Then one day, I came home and everything changed. My father had passed away in his sleep. No signs. No warnings. He was just gone.

That moment shattered me. And in that silence, something inside me shifted.

All the things I ran from became the very things I had to face. I couldn’t walk away. I couldn’t leave my family. If I did, something inside me would break. That moment didn’t just bring grief. It brought clarity. It brought love.

I had always believed that once I finished school and got a job, I could help change our situation. I became a working student, working during the day at a fast food chain and going to school after my shift. That was during the final months of my father’s life. It was exhausting, but I held on because I wanted to help hold everything together.

Eventually, it became too much. So I paused my studies and focused on working full-time to support my family.

But I didn’t do it alone.

My family stood with me. Even though my mother was sick, she helped however she could. She sold small items to make sure we had something to eat. My sister also worked and contributed. Our youngest sibling was still in high school, so we supported him while he focused on studying. We each carried what we could. It was a group effort. We survived by holding on to one another.

During those difficult days, faith became my quiet strength. I didn’t blame God for what happened. I never believed that pain came from Him. I see death, loss, and hardship as part of life. No one escapes them. But I believe that what God gives us is opportunity. He gives us moments where we can choose to grow, to strengthen our character, to continue walking our path even when it’s hard. That belief shaped my faith. It reminded me that even in the hardest times, I was never alone.

And while all of that was happening, one thing remained consistent in my life—writing.

I’ve always loved writing. I kept a journal where I poured out everything I was going through. That habit saved me in many ways. It led to my first job as a content writer for international websites. My boss saw something in me and eventually promoted me to a leadership position. That opportunity changed my life. I later became a manager for SEO teams in several companies.

What makes it more meaningful is that I had no formal training. Everything I knew, I taught myself. I watched YouTube tutorials, read articles, and experimented. My blog became my training ground. I tested keywords, tracked results, and when my posts started ranking on Google, I knew I was doing something right. I wrote down my strategies, learned from what worked, and used them with real clients. And it worked.

That journey taught me that education isn’t only found in classrooms. It can happen anywhere, if you’re willing to stay curious and keep trying.

People sometimes ask why I keep sacrificing. My answer is simple. Their happiness brings me peace. And by supporting them, I am also finding my purpose. That realization changed me.

Right now, I’m in my third year of BS Pharmacy. I still dream of becoming a doctor. That dream is close to my heart because of my mother’s condition. We’ve had painful hospital experiences. Being turned away. Not having enough to pay for bills. Fighting just to be discharged. Those memories stayed with me.

That’s why I chose the Allied Health path. I want to be ready. Not just emotionally, but financially and practically. I want to be the kind of person my family can rely on. I don’t want to live in fear of not being able to help them. I want to live in readiness.

What keeps me going is knowing that even now, I’m already applying what I’ve learned. My pharmacy background helps me manage my mother’s medication better. It reminds me that I’m walking the right path.

Finding life purpose isn’t always about big wins. Sometimes it’s found in the quiet choices we make. The things we do out of love. The days we show up, even when we’re tired. The times we choose family over convenience.

Looking back, I don’t see my father as someone who brought me pain. I see him as someone who challenged me to grow. His presence, even in conflict, helped shape my strength. Finding your purpose in life isn’t always a clear road. But life does speak. And when it does, I’m learning to listen.