Six years can feel like a lifetime when you are unemployed. When I graduated, I was full of hope and confidence. I believed my certificates were the key to a bright future.
I imagined myself building a career, supporting my family, and living independently within a short time.
But months turned into years, and rejection emails became the only responses I received. Each time my phone rang, my heart raced with hope, only to sink again when it was not the opportunity I was praying for. At first, people were encouraging.
They told me to be patient because jobs take time. But as the second and third year passed, the whispers began.
Relatives started asking uncomfortable questions during family gatherings. Some suggested I was too selective. Others implied I was lazy. CONTINUE READING