Finding my way back home
My heart was broken three years ago. I lost my beloved home to foreclosure. The events that transpired before, during, and after the final blow were heart-wrenching, humiliating, and what I thought, hopeless. I grieved and mourned for two and a half years. I drifted from home to home with my little son. I dreamed nightly dreams of my house and strange people who entered it. I refused to drive by or near it for fear that I would break down mentally.
As I slowly repaired my mental and emotional state, I was inspired by The Secret to believe in my dreams. My secret, hopeless dream was to go back home, where I belonged. As time went by, I built up my confidence and made some phone calls to people that came to my mind that may be able to help me. I faced seemingly insurmountable odds and a multitude of self-doubt.
Ultimately, six months after my first phone call that began a chain of miraculous happenings, I bought back my beloved, beautiful home. I am home. I am eternally grateful for the mystical inspiration of The Secret, The Power, and their people, and of course, God, from whom all blessings flow.