To think back and know that I almost didn’t make it here blows my mind. I was a sad girl, a lost girl, a misguided girl, who had to choose between life and death. I went from wanting to hang myself to choosing to help myself. I went from being silenced to screaming my truth from the rooftops without feeling humiliated. I went from being not enough to more than enough. I learned so much about preparing for what comes after the rain through surrendering. Resisting kept me small. Grudges hushed my voice. Pain held me captive and made the little girl in me weep from wishing my
