Twenty-three, empty pocketed, newly broken up with, and physically injured--I sunk to the floor in the hallway of my parents' house and cried. I had no idea where I was going and what I was doing in life. I felt like everyone else had figured out something that I hadn't, and I never thought I 'd make it out of that spot.
Fast forward two years. I'm a substitute teacher by day, writer by night, and I published a freaking book! I've been interviewed by a clothing brand, I have a savings account, and somebody from India slid in my DMs. As far as I'm concerned, I made it. Anything on top of that is just God showing off.