When I started college, I didnt get accepted to a dorm, so I had to rent out a room and just live there by myself and I thought it was cool.You know, there's gonna be my own spot, my own room my space and I look forward to it. But little did I know it will be my greatest obstacle that I'll face. When I moved in, I was happy.I'm like, yeah, I got this first semester in college at cal poly pomona. But when my mom dropped me off on the first day at my room, I got a little sad like damn, my mom left me in this room alone with the strangers in the house that I don't even know these people.But I thought it was to myself that you know. It is the first day by myself in the house first day alone so I thought it was a first day jitters. But as time kept going, I realized I never adapted to be this alone I was always getting depressed I gave up on schoolwork.I didnt want to do anything and I didn't have any courage or motivation to do nothing. I stopped hanging out with friends.I was just go to class, sit in the back of the room.Do nothing go back to my room and just lay in my bed and just feel numb. But on a wednesday afternoon on october, I found myself talking to god in that dark room, and I was saying, like, what am I doing here?I don't feel I have a purpose.I don't feel like i'm doing anything.I don't feel motived to go to school, and I felt lost. I got some crazy thoughts in my head.But I turned back fast.I didn't look that way, but they were there.But I didn't let it overcome me and that's when I truly started talking to god. At the end of my conversation, I closed my eyes and just went silent. I did a thinking of nothing didn't do nothing just lay there in my room in a blank mind. Then, I got an image in my head of me hugging jesus, and it brought me to tears, and I thought that it was just my head like me for desperation to feel warm or something.But that image that in my head stuck with me for a very long time, and I realized it wasn't just my imagination.It was god Give me a sign to keep on going and he's here with me. After the interaction I felt lighter. Like a weight lifted off my chest, but started to get my motivation, back little by little, but I was still in that state of mind of not wanting to do anything, but I will still talk to god in my room.I was to pray to him and I always will have a conversation with him every time in that room and that grew my faith.A lot without me even realizing it, because now I talk to god every single day of my life intill this day. I will share this story with many people who are struggling with the same thing I am because I know it's hard to be alone because I quickly come to realize that quiet is violent and the only thing that could kill that quietness is Jesus Christ our lord and savior. So this obstacle, I overcame it's a reminder me that no matter what God is with me even when it's even when it's quiet. (Matthew 26:41- the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak)