For years I trusted the practices that promised wholeness — yoga, Reiki, retreats, journals and affirmations. I was sincere, and I was searching.
But no matter how much I healed, discovered or improved, the emptiness remained. I was building a spirituality around myself, and it could not hold my weight.
This is the story of the quiet collapse — and of the Person who was waiting on the other side of it.
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