For me, the moment manifest itself in the form of one disturbing realization.
I couldn't remember the last time I had a dream.
We've all experienced this feeling. Try as hard as you can and sometimes you simply can not recall what you dreamed about last night.
When this started, I didn't really pay it too much attention as I was suffering through an onslaught of severe symptoms associated with fighting late-stage cancer.
But one day became two and two days became a week.
Then it became very clear for me.
While my body was still here and fighting, my mind had already moved on.
Mentally, I was simple out of gas and didn't see any way that I could pull through.
But I wasn't out of faith yet.
That's right, this lifelong wayward soul was finally looking to God for a helping hand.
So did a light shine down from heaven and make all the pain go away?
No. And I couldn't be more grateful for the struggle I endured.
I began a four-year journey that forced me to face every corner that I ever cut and finally take reponsibility for the distorted reality I had spent 36 years creating.
I'm not a doctor and don't claim to be a medical expert. There are many great medical professionals that can help accurately gauge the severity of your situation and my only advice would be to seek one out and be honest with them about what you are experiencing.
While this began as my own personal archive of darkest hour of my life, it is my hope that my journey and survival can provide hope to others in their time of need.
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