It was as if these women, these powerful characters, were each trying to teach me something. They were like waking dreams coming through my subconscious. And because I struggled with fully understanding myself, my learning came through these characters, tiny miracles in the pursuit of my own awakening. Eventually I would begin to ask those same questions of myself. I would learn to give myself the love and dignity that I bestowed upon my characters, to give myself permission to exist, to live, to be real, to take up space, and to matter.
