Because we all had crazy stories. I’d been raped twice. Born to a mother who’d never really loved me. Taunted and ridiculed in high school, manipulated by my own therapist. All those things were true, but while they had happened, so had other things. Great things. I was blessed in so many ways: Finding Gail. Finding a job. Finding literature, and words, and sentences that inspired me to be better, both to other people and to myself. Finding Bane.
