Psalm of Michael

Pain Raised Me, God Saved Me I was born into a life of lack. Not just the kind of lack you feel when your favorite toy breaks or your allowance runs out—but the kind that lives in your bones. The kind that teaches you early on that survival isn't guaranteed, and comfort is a luxury. My father wore a uniform and served his country, but that didn't mean much in the walls of our home. He was stationed overseas, a distant figure who sent money sometimes, letters less often, and love... rarely. His absence echoed in every corner of the house, and the burden of raising a family fell squarely on my mother—unemployed, under-supported, and overwhelmed.