Facing the trials of life

We’ve all faced different challenges in life and they come in different ways. For some people, it could be heartbreak. For others, it may be disappointment, unexpected loss, silence from those they trusted, or even just deep emotional struggles they can’t name. These are what we often call the trials of life. They are those painful seasons that seem to hold us back from progress, moments that test our peace, our patience, and our strength.

And the truth is, everyone in life will face one or two trials at some point. More like a season for everyone. It doesn’t make you weak. It doesn’t make you less valuable. It simply means you’re human and life is happening. What really matters is how we respond to those trials. Because our response is what defines us, not the struggle itself.

I’ve gone through something before, a deep mess that almost broke me. And the hardest part was that no one knew. I kept everything inside. It wasn’t just pain, it was a kind of pressure that drained me mentally, emotionally, and even physically. I was completely down, yet I had to keep showing up as though I was fine.

You know how sometimes you go through something and, in the process, you open up to someone, either a friend, a sister, someone you trust and after talking, you feel a bit lighter? Like a burden has been lifted? That was the kind of moment I needed. But guess what? I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to anyone. I was too scared. I didn’t want to be misunderstood. I didn’t want to be judged. So, instead of speaking out, I chose to hide my pain behind a smile.
That silence almost destroyed me.

I was carrying so much inside and still pretending like I was okay. That alone drained me more than the problem itself. I would wake up with a heavy heart every day, do things just to please others while I was breaking inside. I was so uncomfortable, but I acted like everything was perfect. Not because I wanted to lie, but because I felt it was easier to hide than to explain. I didn’t want questions. I didn’t want anyone to see how broken I was.

It took me a whole year to get myself back. A year of secretly bleeding and hoping. A year of holding it together during the day and crying in silence at night. That experience affected my heart in ways I didn’t understand at the time. It changed the way I saw love, the way I trusted people, and even the way I treated myself. But strangely, it also made me stronger.

That trial taught me that sometimes, the strongest people are not the ones who speak the loudest, but the ones who fight silent battles and still keep going. I realized that even though I felt weak, I was actually building strength. I was learning how to carry my cross, how to walk through pain with my head high even when it felt like the weight would crush me.

And as I began to heal, I started noticing others too people who were going through their own storms. Some would talk about it, others would hide like I did. But I understood something powerful, everyone is fighting something. You may not see it on their faces, but it’s there. And the more I saw this, the more I believed that trials are not mistakes, they are part of life.

Letting your pain define you or drain you forever is not worth it. Of course, it’s okay to feel down. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to feel lost. But what’s not okay is allowing that pain to make you stop living. Because pain, no matter how deep, is not the end of your story.

Trials are part of life. Big or small, everyone must face them. They come to test your strength, shape your heart, and remind you of your humanity. And no matter how hard it gets, it’s important to understand that it’s not happening to destroy you, it’s happening to stretch you, to refine you, to prepare you for the next level of your life.

I now believe that the moment of pain is also a moment of growth. Sometimes it feels like everything is falling apart, when in truth, it’s just falling into place, piece by piece. The very pain that once made you cry will later become the strength you didn’t know you had.

And that’s why I say, don’t let your trial be the end. Let it be the turning point. If you’re going through something now, know that you’re not alone. And even though it feels heavy, it will not crush you. Take your time. Heal, Talk when you can, cry when you need to, but don’t give up. Life has to move on, no matter what.

Let trials come, but don’t let them stay longer than they should. Don’t let them steal your light, your laughter, your love for life. Keep pushing forward. There’s always something beautiful waiting for you after the storm.
Trials are mostly seen like Season, they don't last forever, they come and go, for some ones in a lifetime, for some it would be keep showing up again and again, but what matters more is the ability to remain strong regardless, cause they are all part of the journey of life.