My name is Brian, and for nearly two years, I lived through what felt like endless rejection. I graduated with good grades, sent out countless job applications, and attended several interviews, but no one ever called back. Every morning, I would wake up hopeful, only to end the day defeated. It became a painful routine that drained my confidence and spirit.
Friends I graduated with were already employed, some even buying cars and moving into their own apartments. Meanwhile, I was still living with my parents, depending on them for almost everything. My relatives started whispering that maybe I had been cursed or born under bad luck. Those words cut deep, and at some point, I started believing them.
