There was a time in my life when crying became part of my daily routine. I cried in silence, I cried in bathrooms, and sometimes I cried while lying on my bed staring at the ceiling. I was tired — tired of explaining my pain to people who did not understand, tired of trying and failing, tired of hoping only to be disappointed again. Life felt heavy, confusing, and unfair.
Everything I touched failed. Jobs did not last. Relationships ended painfully. Money disappeared as fast as it came. Even my health started declining because of stress. I felt cursed. No matter how hard I tried to stay positive, darkness followed me everywhere. Friends slowly pulled away, and some even mocked me, saying I complained too much. They did not know how hard it was just to wake up every day.…CONTINUE READING
