A Voice Was Born That Day

I used to hate myself.

Not in the casual “I’m hard on myself” way.

I mean, I used to pray I wouldn’t wake up.

I didn’t think I mattered.

I didn’t think my life had weight.

But one day in group therapy… everything shifted.

Everyone had to go around and speak.

And when I did—

They listened.

That moment rewired something in me.

Because for the first time, I felt like I had purpose.

Like my voice wasn’t a burden, it was a weapon.

A tool God could use to pull someone else out of the dark.

That moment didn’t erase the pain.

But it revealed the assignment.

And I haven’t been the same since.

Now I write. I speak. I train. I post.

Because I know someone out there still feels how I once did.

And if my words help them take one more step—

Then I’m doing what I was made to do.

• CarMichael

TheVoiceOfStrength.com

~ Praise God