Within the four weeks I wrote my February article, a lot unexpectedly changed for the better. As I was writing it, I had no idea how close I was to a breakthrough. In fact, I’m pretty sure I was crying over yet another man and not knowing when things were going to turn around.

I shouldn’t be surprised that things somehow worked out yet again, after how many times God has pulled through in the past, but it seems as if I always lose hope and struggle trusting God’s process each time I am drawn back into a dark, emotional place. In 2025, I survived yet another major heartbreak, made a knee-jerk decision to move to a new city, lost a lifelong best friend and began working 60+ hour work weeks to stay busy, make money and prevent myself from sinking into another depressive episode. 

I moved the last week of August, found a part time job at a local bistro two days later, settled myself and my cat into an amazing apartment and quickly felt at home. From Labor Day weekend through mid-December, I only had two full days where I didn’t work either of my jobs but found myself being embraced by new coworkers and friends, making the tiring work weeks worth it. However, right when I thought my dating life was taking a spin in a positive direction for once, I was rejected within a week and resumed my nightly bathroom floor cries – partly from embarrassment and disappointment, but also from sheer emotional and physical exhaustion. 

A day later, my trusty friend Matt (who I’ve referenced in many articles over the last five years) informed me about a job opening where he worked. We thought it may be a long shot, but I agreed to apply. After two interviews, I was hired and was offered a major pay increase to work on the same team as one of my closest friends. I had been struggling to save up for a car amid my other expenses, which I desperately needed as my car was on its last leg, and in an instant, that worry was eliminated. I had been feeling like it was time for a career change over the last year but kept pushing the thought aside as the job search process seemed daunting, overwhelming and way too much mental stress for the headspace I had been in. It’s crazy to think how all it took was God opening the right door at the right time, and that it was right around the corner as I was sobbing in the shower.

So far, my new job is great, my new car is a dream and a massive weight of worry has been lifted off my shoulders. My sister attributes much of this positive turn around to listening to my gut and taking a leap of faith by moving, and I can’t say I disagree. Anytime I’ve told people the news about my job, people have told me how much I “deserve” it after how hard I’ve worked. Truthfully, I don’t know if I deserve it or if I am simply blessed. Four months of buckling down and working hard did pay off, but this was God’s doing. He did hear my cries and see my tears over the last 11 months. When blessings like this occur, it paves the way for me to not feel so hopeless in love and have faith that, at any minute, God can send the right person into my life and continue to blow me away.