There was a time in my life when waking up every morning felt like a punishment. I had lost my job, my marriage was falling apart, and I had debts that I couldn’t even begin to pay. Every day felt heavier than the last, and I started to believe maybe life had nothing good left for me. I smiled in public, but deep inside, I was breaking. People around me thought I was strong, yet I was only surviving, not living.
One evening, as I sat by myself staring at the wall in my small rented room, I felt an overwhelming emptiness. My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I was tired of explaining why nothing in my life was working. At that point, I was thinking of leaving town altogether disappearing and starting fresh somewhere no one knew me. But before I could finalize my plans, something happened that I can only describe as fate.…CONTINUE READING
