My journey hasn’t been perfect, but it’s been purposeful. From Year 5, when my faith was strong and bold, through seasons of acting up, being the class clown, and battling bullying, I’ve seen both highs and lows. On the outside I was joking and loud, but inside I was hurting — and no one understood me. No one, except God.

Lockdown became a turning point. While many struggled, I flourished working from home. It gave me space to breathe, grow, and rediscover my faith. At the same time, I was diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, and short-term memory loss — challenges that shaped, but did not stop me.

Year 10 brought depression, Year 11 brought regret, but college brought resilience. I repaired broken relationships, gained discipline, and earned distinction. Most importantly, I found strength in God, patience in trials, and a new identity built on faith.

I came into college a boy and left a man. My story is proof that failure isn’t final, struggles don’t define you, and with God, nothing is impossible.