At 32 years old, I was depressed, addicted and always anxious:
• Stuck in a job I hated
• PS4 and Netflix for hours
• Drinking and eating my way to diabetes
It was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Here's my story (and some hard lessons I've learned):
What made that person think that I might need some spiritual push that he passed me a humble book?
Sometimes when you are in deep shit, some solace finding a way to you (no matter how minuscule) is a breath of fresh air. Is it?