For years, I was the kind of person who seemed cursed with bad luck. Everything I touched failed. I would apply for jobs and never get called back, start small businesses that collapsed within months, and watch opportunities slip away just as I was about to succeed. My friends moved forward in life buying cars, building homes, starting families while I struggled just to survive.
There were nights I couldn’t sleep, wondering if I had been born unlucky. I tried praying, fasting, even attending motivational seminars, but nothing seemed to change. My spirit was heavy. I felt invisible in a world where everyone else was shining. Deep inside, I knew something was blocking my blessings, but I didn’t know what.
