Rejection? Nah, That Was God Looking Out for Me 😌

Let’s be real—rejection hurts. Whether it’s from people, opportunities, or spaces you thought you belonged in, it hits different. I’ve felt that sting. But over time, I’ve realized that rejection is not always a bad thing. Sometimes it’s God saying, “That path’s not for you.” 🙅🏽♂️

That shift in perspective saved me, fr. I started seeing closed doors as protection. Not everything that shines is gold. Some doors stay closed because what’s behind them could break you. What I thought I needed was sometimes the very thing that would’ve pulled me down. And I thank God for that redirection.

But here’s where it gets heavy.

See, not everyone gets the time or the space to process that kind of pain in a healthy way—especially kids. I’ve seen so many grow up in homes that aren’t really homes. Maybe they lost their parents and had to live with relatives or family friends. At first it seems like they’re being “helped,” but deep down, some of these kids are just surviving, not living.

They’re surrounded by people who use them—as unpaid babysitters, house helps, or just for clout so others can say, “Wow, they’re such good people for taking them in.” 🤷🏽♂️ Some act all nice for the public eye, but behind closed doors, it’s a different story.

That kind of environment builds quiet bitterness. Kids grow up feeling unseen, unloved, and unworthy. And you know what that does? It creates sad, angry young adults who feel like the world owes them something, or worse—who give up on themselves entirely. Some of them hit the streets, not because they were rebels, but because no one gave them a reason to stay. 💔

And society? Quick to judge them. Call them names. Label them. But who really checked on what pushed them there?

That’s why I’m so passionate about sharing these stories and being real. Not everything is black and white. Sometimes a kid just needed one person to see them—to believe in them—and they would’ve turned out different. Sometimes rejection at home is what leads to running away, to addiction, to broken dreams. And sometimes, all it takes is one “you matter” to start the healing.

As for me, I’m still on that journey. Still finding Nyairo. Still making peace with my past and learning how to love myself through every stage. But I know this: I’m not alone. And neither are you. 🫶🏽

So if you’ve been rejected—by people, family, life—maybe that was just redirection. Maybe that pain is shaping you for purpose. Keep moving, keep growing, keep choosing love—even when it’s hard.

Rejection ain’t the end. Sometimes, it’s just a new beginning.

Stay real. Stay kind. ✌🏽