At what point do we finally declare that we have suffered enough? When do we finally proclaim enough misery, enough sickness, and enough settling for less than we are worthy, deserving, and capable of?

Must we face a life-threatening illness, financial ruin, the destruction of our relationships, or the deep depression, anxiety, and insecurity that result from living in denial or fear? Must we constantly numb ourselves with alcohol, antidepressants, drugs, food, and material possessions?