The Silence of Fate

Have you ever gone through a troubled time?
I’m not talking about a bad afternoon or a rough week. I’m talking about something heavy that lasts for months, maybe even years— a time in your life where it feels like all you can carry is pain. In those moments, you can’t help but ask: Why me? What did I do to deserve this? When will the good times finally come?
Or when the darkness gets even deeper: When will this all finally end?
I used to ask those questions every single day. I used to stare at the ceiling and beg for an answer. But after a while, the silence gives you one. Now, I’ve stopped asking entirely. I don’t search for the “why” anymore. I’ve come to believe this isn’t some mistake or cruel twist of fate. It was written for me.