The Slow Rebuild Nobody Applauds
Cleaning floors didn’t fix my life overnight.
It didn’t erase what I’d done.
But it gave me structure.
It gave me a reason to wake up and not be the worst version of myself.
I showed up early.
I stopped making excuses.
I did the boring work with the kind of seriousness I should’ve had years ago.
Within months, I got promoted to cashier.
Within a year, I was an administrator for the store.
For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t just “surviving.”
I was stable.
And yet… the stability didn’t feel like victory.
Because my success had nobody in it.
No family. No friends. No Harriet.
I donated money to charity because I didn’t know what else to do with it.
I told myself it was “giving back.”
The truth is simpler: I had nowhere else to put the love I still had.
Then, today, something changed.
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