When my parent passed away, I thought the worst had already happened. But I was wrong. Soon after, it felt like everything in my life began to collapse.
Jobs I held ended abruptly, personal relationships fell apart, and even small plans seemed impossible to complete. It was as if a shadow had followed me from that day onward.
I felt lost, hopeless, and abandoned. Friends tried to console me, but no words could ease the growing emptiness inside. Every day was a struggle just to get through, and the simplest tasks became exhausting.
I began questioning myself, wondering if I was being punished or if something invisible was keeping me from moving forward. As months passed, my anxiety and fear grew stronger.
I wanted to give up completely. The grief I carried seemed to have trapped me in a cycle of failure. I knew I had to act, but I did not know where to start or who could help.
