When I Lost Hope, The Universe Replied

“And What I Got Was More Than I Expected.”

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I wasn’t journaling.
I wasn’t meditating.
I wasn’t even trying to manifest anything using those Law of Attraction YouTube videos.

I was just lying on the floor of my living room, in my oldest T-shirt, staring at the ceiling fan that wasn’t even moving.

My laptop was next to me. It was open, filled with tabs — Upwork, Fiverr, LinkedIn, and a half-written pitch to a client I had already followed up with twice. I had rewritten my bio so many times, I didn’t even know which version of myself I was trying to sell anymore.

My family had already dozed off. The lights were off in the rest of the house. The only sound in the room was the annoying tick of the wall clock, like the universe had decided to test my patience one more time.

And, I couldn’t sleep.

It wasn’t just about the money. It wasn’t only the lack of income that was eating at me. It was more about identity — about the worth of my experiences and the value of everything I had built over the years. I had skills. I was passionate. I had worked with companies, delivered real results, written solid content — and yet, there I was, refreshing my inbox like it was a slot machine…