So there I was, 33 years old, pulled over on the side of the road, gripping the steering wheel, wondering what in the world was wrong with me. Nothing big happened. No tragedy, no sirens behind me, no accident. just a big mess that I've been avoiding for decades. The strange part, it wasn't my fault. I didn't cause it. I didn't choose it. And I I started to wonder because I believed for years that if I didn't cause and choose it, why do I still have to carry it? Have you ever felt that way? a mess that you ...