When I was younger, I didn’t think I could ever fall into depression. Not that I wasn’t susceptible to it but that it just would happen to me. But, I was naive.
I was working at a church in Queens, New York, learning how to start churches. I was young and full of hope.
My life was a beautiful dream. I was living in the city I loved, working in the career I felt called to and I was making new friends. My future looked bright.
Then, I got fired.