I’d been trying to get a job for months, maybe even years if I counted all the false starts and missed opportunities. It wasn’t just about the money—though God knows I needed that too—but about the structure, the purpose, the feeling of being part of something. Before my accident, I’d always had a job to go to, something that challenged me and kept my mind busy. Now, every day felt like a slow bleed of time and self-worth.Interview after interview, I kept hitting the same wall. I could see it in their faces—the moment they registered that I wasn’t who I used to be. I’d stumble through answers, trying to seem sharp and capable, but my nerves and self-doubt always betrayed me. They’d smile politely, say they’d be in touch, and that was that. I was a wreck of my former self, and no one was willing to take the gamble.I’d started to wonder if it was even worth trying anymore. Maybe this was just my life now—stuck on the sidelines, watching the world move on without me.Then, one day, I got a...
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