Starting a New Life
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This is my story-a journey through the shadows of depression, the quiet persistence of faith, and the awakening that followed. I didn't write this book to give answers, but to tell the truth. There were days I couldn't breathe under the weight of my own thoughts, moments when I questioned everything ,including my existence .But somewhere in the silence, in the breakdowns and the stillness, something shifted.
This book is about falling apart and slowly, painfully, putting the pieces back together. It's about learning to trust again-myself, my path, and something greater than me. If you've ever felt lost, numb, or tired of pretending you're okay, I wrote this for you. This is not just a story of pain. It's a story of survival, of faith rediscovered, and of awakening to the light that was always there.
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