The tribulations we face in life can either break or mold us. I have been in the darkness, in the pit, in the flames. But I fight, I fight, I fight, as an unconscious reflex, grabbing rocks, anchors and even people. When I finally grabbed a word of God, out of desperation. I began to feel myself pull up slowly. Then I began to grab another and another. Suddenly, I began seeing a change in myself, my thoughts, my perceptions.
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