When I Was 20, an Explosion Took Both My.s. Hands and Changed My Life Forever. Then My Husband Abandoned Me. For 10 Years, I Kept Asking Myself, “Why Did I Survive?” — Until One Night, Someone Knocked on My Door… and Everything Changed.

His clothes were gone from the closet.

His suitcase wasn’t either.

On the kitchen table was a single sheet of paper.

I still remember every word.

I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.

There was no explanation.

No goodbye.

No phone number.

Nothing.

For years I hated it.

But if I’m honest, I hated myself even more.

I was wondering if one morning he had looked at me and realized that he couldn’t spend the rest of his life with a woman who needed help doing common things.

I stopped answering my friends.

I stopped looking in the mirror.

At night, lying alone in bed, I always asked the same question.

“Why did I survive?”

But life kept moving forward, even when I didn’t want to.

Little by little I learned to do things differently.

I learned to open doors.

To prepare simple meals.