The acceptance and joy I have received after struggling so much – to be myself, to be comfortable – is indescribable.


Death & life really do walk hand-in-hand. Just as painful memories come, so too do new beginnings.


While I know there will be plenty more bad days, I also know I can take one day at a time and handle anything.


This time, I had the upper hand. This time, I had grown into an everything who had what she needed to transform pain into power, life into art.


I am more than my past. I am more than my future. I’m part of a family.


Slowly the hollowed out shell I had become began to fill up with love, hope, and joy.