A Cancer Made Mess
After suddenly being diagnosed with a rare form of aggressive cancer, I immediately started spiraling downward. Denial. Loneliness. Fear. Depression. Anger. Self-destructive behaviors. My life was a disaster. I was a mess. I was doing just about everything I was instructed not to. All sense of responsibility flew out the window right along with my sense of morals. Further and further I slid into the deepest, darkest part of my life. I had come to terms with the fact that my life was over. I was going to die. Until I was rescued from not only cancer—but from myself.