After Losing My Job and Getting Divorced, I Learned to Stand on My Own

At thirty-four, I was unemployed, estranged from my family, weighed down by debt, and facing a critically ill loved one.

I became what people called “a completely worthless piece of trash.”

No one helped me. No one felt sorry for me. When I could barely afford rent, I threw myself into the workplace everyone looked down on.

I was rejected, ridiculed, and trampled underfoot, but I was determined to turn a losing hand into a royal flush, right there in the mud!

No System, no benefactor falling from the sky. With nothing but my own two hands, I’ll earn the money for my loved one’s treatment and take charge of my own life.

This time, I’ll depend on no one. I’ll make it on my own!