Being broke was one of my greatest fears turns out it happened. I made a bad business decision, I trusted the wrong people. We did business, they disappeared, I got auctioned, car, office and home everything 😩😩. I was homeless , lived in the streets, slept under stairs, chilled with night watchmen waiting for mornings.
Then friends heard, because I hid. Because Shame. Mixed with pride. But mostly Shame. And the ability to never ask for help.
People came through, people lifted me up. I got a job, a tiny little house . A mattress, a duvet and I was able to lift my head again.
I want to change the narrative in 2020. I want to use what I’ve gone through to change lives.