Come with me into a bedroom in New Delhi, India. A young woman sits on the edge of a bed with ridges of tears dried onto her young face. She feels defeated - helpless, unworthy, and lonely. It's a familiar feeling. Touching rock bottom has been a constant phenomenon nearly most of her life. But this time, while the pain is nothing new - it’s felt more deeply.As her thoughts and feelings spiral out of control, she finds her mind echoing a recurring question — "Why does this keep happening to me?"That young woman is me. It’s twenty-seven-year-old me to be...