Thank you, Rhonda, and thank you to everyone who posted their amazing stories here. My story is going to be a little bit long because I want you to see where I’ve been and where I am now.

Almost a year ago, last December, I was at the lowest point a person could be. My boyfriend broke up with me, and I know it may not seem like the worst thing that can happen to a person but he was and still is the love of my life. He was studying to become a therapist, and when I found him, my life was pretty bad.

Why? My brother, whom I love most in this world, has muscular dystrophy. People with this type of disease typically live until 22 to 23 years old, and he was 23 at that time. His suffering has caused me immense pain throughout my life. I have had to come to terms with the fact that he will die young. It has been incredibly difficult, as it has prevented me from finding true happiness and has made me feel guilty. I was supposed to live a happy life, knowing that he would never have the chance to do the same, whether he was happy or not. He is unable to move or do anything physically, yet he is far smarter than me.

When I met my boyfriend, he understood my pain without me having to say anything. He tried to lift me out of my misery, and for a while, I was happier than ever before. It felt like a fairy tale, but it came to an end. I now realize that I was the one who ruined it. I have been surrounded by negativity, thoughts of death, and pain my entire life, and I did not know how to be happy for a long time. My boyfriend always encouraged me to seek help from a specialist to overcome my guilt and to find employment so that I would not have to depend on my parents anymore. I promised him that I would do all of this, but I needed time to find a job to afford my sessions because I did not want my parents to know about my plans.

His last words to me were, “I love you, but I can’t continue this. This is your battle to fight, not mine. You have to help yourself.” He could not wait any longer because I was constantly depressed and engaging in behaviors that hurt him.

So here I was, as I said, at the lowest point in my life. I was crying four or five times a day and couldn’t eat. I was wishing for my death so badly that one day, I went to my mother and told her I needed a therapist. She paid for the sessions without my father’s knowledge. My parents are not that close to each other, and I used to think the only reason they were still together was because of my brother. So I went to the therapist, who tried to help me, but I was getting worse day by day, and he recommended pills and more sessions.

Anyhow, a few weeks later, I tried to take my life by taking a lot of pills mixed with alcohol. I failed, of course. I ended up in hospital for a couple of days, and no one knew why, except my therapist and now, you. The summer came, and I had to stop going to the therapist because I was going home. I was at college in a different city and didn’t have anywhere to stay in the summertime. Home equaled hell to me and did not help at all.

I spent all day in my room watching movies to avoid facing my thoughts. One day, I came across an article stating, that “The law of attraction will not happen without this factor.” It reminded me of a boy I had a crush on several years ago who had sent me a movie called “The Secret.” At the time, I did not pay much attention to it and I forgot about it instantly. Now, desperate to overcome my depression, I was reading everything I could on the subject of the law of attraction.

To make a long story short, I watched The Secret movie again, bought The Secret book, and within a week, I felt like a different person. I then started reading The Magic, doing the 28 days of The Magic practices, and so on.

I made a list of all of my wishes. The first one, of course, was to get back with my boyfriend. My other wishes included getting a car, finding a job, living in a place that I liked, getting married, and finding a cure for my brother’s illness. He is 24 years old, and every doctor who sees him is amazed at how good he looks, given his condition.

Currently, I am living in a place I never thought I could have lived in. It seemed impossible, but my father promised to buy me a car once I found a job. Yesterday, I signed a job contract that included a nice salary, and working in a building I once saw and wished to work in. Everything seemed to come true as if I had ordered it from a catalog.

The real secret, trust me, is letting it go. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I realize that my first wish has not come true yet. Do you know why? Because every day since December, I have been constantly thinking about him. I tried to contact him, but he did not want to hear from me. Maybe he does not love me anymore since it has been a year now. Also, I have not yet let it go. I have not trusted that the Universe or God can bring him back to me. I can’t stop being obsessed with him, even though I know that my attitude won’t bring him back either.

One day, I will share a story here about being happily in love and married. Maybe he will come back, or maybe he won’t. What I do know is that I will never hate myself again. I will not let the people around me affect my well-being. I will always be happy and grateful to God for giving me all these experiences because I would not even be here without them.

Thank you for reading my story. God bless you all and remember that once you learn to let it go, it will come to you. Thank you!