Over the years, there are a few people who have me hurt me beyond words. And I’m sure you can relate.
My stepmother did something to me that negatively impacted my life in ways I can’t even explain. For years, I cried day and night wondering why she could hurt someone’s child to that extent, moreover she has her own kids. I tried so hard to understand why God was so silent while I pleaded with Him to rescue me from the pain and negative consequences that her actions had created in my life, in vain.
Something else I held onto for years was the racism I experienced at a workplace, and from people I met in different organizations. Misfortune seemed to follow me around. Then, the discriminative tendencies from my in-laws, who treated me like I was less of a human being because I am black, almost rendered me…
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