I spent a lot of time hating my circumstances, hating everything that had happened to me, but in the end I realized that I chose to leave because I couldn't stand to lie to myself. I needed to embrace everything- even the bullshit, because it's just as much a part of where I came from as the good stuff- and move forward.

I'm not gonna sit here and tell you I forgive my family for any of the shit they pulled, but it's part of why I'm here, right now. It's part of why I pissed off whoever I pissed off and they dropped me on your head. It's part of why I had the power to save your life. If I had to go through all of that to get me to this moment, I'm okay with it.