my best life 07.10.17.1204P

Final Thoughts
I think back to when all this began, standing in my
driveway in front of an empty house in California after I
had just lost everything. I was angry. I felt betrayed…
and alone.
Further, as my life continued to spiral out of control from
poor job interviews, thoughts of suicide, and being
strapped in a wheelchair feeling like a prisoner exiled
from society, all I could think about was how fate was
delivering me a social toxin and I was suffocating.
While Cheryl was able to land on her feet in a relatively
short amount of time, I have to admit - I felt envious,
resentful and sick.
Many times I looked up and asked God, why she was
punishing me.
She wasn’t.
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