My name is Michele, and I was once a sad, pessimistic, and negative person.
The universe was against me.
If anything could go wrong, it did.
If I had a 50/50 shot at something, I landed on the wrong 50.
I couldn't catch a break. I wasn't one of the lucky people.
I longed for a better life but sometimes felt so comforted by my sadness that I couldn't imagine it any other way.
I accepted my way of being but held out a glimmer of hope that something would come along and change it all.
I just needed something to make it all better.
I thought maybe a perfect relationship, or a dream job, or winning the lottery, or a beautiful home was what I needed to be happy.
I carried on with life as usual but was ever waiting, longing, dreaming of someday when my happiness would finally arr