Lately, I've been feeling incredibly low. My energy is drained, and sadness hangs heavy. The recent miscarriage of my daughter has caused immense sorrow, and the loss of a close friend in the Philippines has compounded the grief. Additionally, personal issues like my niece's sudden job termination have added stress, with her emotional burden weighing heavily on me through constant communication. On top of that, business and personal relationships have been strained by those who struggle to see things from other perspectives and engage in undesirable behavior, leaving me deeply disappointed. And oh, the lies after lies of some people really annoy me beyond measure. As Maya Angelou so eloquently wrote, You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies; You may trod me in the very dirt -- But still, like dust, I'll rise. There are times in life when we feel like dust: downtrodden, lacking energy, and questioning our place in the world. We may struggle with ...