I know how worst the past few months for you. I know the feeling when you wake up one Friday in a dead end job, failing relationship, fading friendship and overwhelming family issues. And many more unpleasant things happened after that.
I can still remember how you cried that Sunday afternoon in a restaurant with your friends. The tears uncontrollably streaming down your face says it all. And it didn’t end there. I lost count of the sleepless nights you’ve had. The meals you have had missed. Believe me, you’re horrible at that time.
