I asked God, "Why did You let me hit rock bottom?"

My purpose. My direction. Everything. I wasn’t just tired, I was empty. Plans failed. Doors closed. People disappeared. I felt like I was doing everything right, but still losing. And in that silence, it hit me… Rock bottom wasn’t punishment. It was exposure. God had to strip everything that wasn’t real— the pride, the false control, the version of me that looked strong but was actually lost. Because sometimes, you don’t look up until you’re flat on your back. Rock bottom forced me to see clearly. Who I am without titles. Without validation. Without noise. And maybe… just maybe… God let me fall that hard so when I rise, I won’t build my life on the same broken foundation again. This isn’t the end of me. This is where the real version of me begins.