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For so long I struggled with self-hatred and depression because I believed that I was not perfect or worthy.
I compared myself to my friends and found myself short.
Several times I used the word "loser" to describe myself.
Then one day I was standing on top of a hill and I considered jumping. I thought hell this is the end of the road for me, there is no going up. Nothing is working for me anymore. I am not worthy of being alive.
The thought that nobody loved me anymore and no one will miss me when I am gone crossed my mind.
I felt worthless.
I felt like I was at the end of my rope.
I will not say that that was the moment I heard the voice of God calling my name.
I did not have any revelation at that moment.
Nothing spectacular happened, but I found that I could not do it.
I could not jump.
I walked back home crying blaming myself because I even thought about jumping down that hill.
What kind of person thinks that?
What kind of person is not grateful that they are alive?
I was never this gloomy or sad before, in fact, I had big dreams and I believed that I could achieve them all.
All I had to do was try a little harder.
Fight a little bit more and then I will be okay.
Yet I just kept sinking and sinking into this deep hole of losing out all the time.
I was working out, eating right and not losing weight to my "ideal weight".
I was reading yet I kept failing in my studies.
I was starting businesses yet they just kept flopping.
I was applying for jobs and no one would even call me in for an interview.
I was not asking for too much, why had God turned against me?
Why was my life such a mess?
I felt like the world had turned against me.
I was all alone and the wind against me was too strong, too much.
In my head, no one could help me, no one understood.
They say when you are at your lowest, you come to understand just how strong you are.
What I am writing today is a success story, not because I finally lost all the weight, or even
got a job or even passed in my studies.
I am writing a success story because I came to realize that I cannot control life.
I came to realize that I am perfect just the way I am, I might not look like Kim Kardashian or Beyon'ce, I look like me.
I came to realize that no, God had not turned against me, in fact, He was guiding my every move.
He wanted me to know just how strong I can be.
Hard times are never meant to break us, they are meant to make us stronger.
I did not come to this realization overnight, it took a lot of crying, a lot of begging God to save me from this omen, it took a lot of falling on my face for such a long time.
I am here to say that I am still alive.
As long as I am awake, I shall keep fighting.
So should you.
You can find a free copy of my Book Finding Self love by clicking this link. It explains my whole journey of learning to love myself again, I made it free because I thought it might help somebody out there. Pass along some of what I know.
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