My higher self saved my life
There came a point when I could no longer avoid the depths of my own void. It wasn’t something I chose at first—it was more like life pushed me to the edge, where there was no choice but to dive in. I felt like everything that once defined me was slipping away, and with it, any sense of control. It was like the ground beneath me disappeared, and I was falling into an abyss of uncertainty, fear, and darkness.But somewhere, in the midst of that descent, I knew something was shifting. I didn’t understand it at the time, but I wasn’t falling into a void—I was being pulled into one. It was a place where everything I thought I knew about myself was shattered, where all my attachments, my expectations, my stories about who I was, melted away. It was terrifying. I couldn’t see the bottom, couldn’t grasp anything solid to hold onto. It felt like I was losing myself. And yet, somewhere deep inside, I knew I had to let go. I had to surrender. Because in that darkness, in the silence, I wa...