“It wasn't pain that bent my will to theirs. Pain was never my weakness. It was the belief that I had no choice, no power to affect even the smallest of changes.
I've always had a choice.
Maybe not the choices I wanted, but it was my choice that kept my heart from hate. It was my choice to see the good in the world, a choice that kept a tiny spark of hope alive so I could dream of a future where I am whole, where I have purpose, and where I have love.”
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Becky Gaines,
The Soul Crier