From a Furnace Room to the World: How I Reclaimed My Life and Made It My Own
There was a time in my life when I found myself living in a furnace room. No job. No kids. One friend - the owner of the furnace room and I am forever grateful for her kindness. Just me, four concrete walls, and the deafening silence of everything I’d lost—or so I thought. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t even safe, really. But what it was, in hindsight, was the beginning of something bigger than I could ever have imagined.