A time I got lost

One day, I left all my dreams forgotten in a drawer.      


I felt bad about myself and thought that if I moved away from my loved ones I would not hurt them and that’s why I left my life and my country and went as far as possible to avoid harming those I most wanted, forgetting that with this attitude I did more harm to them and myself.       

 London thinking


I forgot myself and the world and entered into a circle that caused me to descend more and more into my sadness.      


I did not recognize my family, my friends and the people who loved me. I was only able to see a path with thorns and high fences to jump.       


Fortunately, you were there, waiting to help me to jump them and to illuminate the path that took me from the pit in which I was. I can never forget how much you did for me. Thank you “HOPE”.


By Cristina Hernán


This post has been written by a student of Bethnal Student Academy as part of her/his homework and has been chosen as the winner of the monthly essay competition.

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