There is a moment in the depths of rock bottom where the ground beneath you completely vanishes. For me, that moment came after my divorce. I was standing in the wreckage of my life, holding my little child, feeling completely powerless, unworthy, and utterly trapped. It felt like there was no way out. ​In that darkness, my survival mechanisms screamed to life. My ego tried desperately to protect me by trapping me in a cycle of victim hood. It was so much easier to run away,