Finding Me

"May you live long enough to know why you were born."

The attitude, anger, and competitiveness were my only weapons. My arsenal. And when I tell you I needed every tool of that arsenal every day, I'm not exaggerating.

"Stop making love to something that's killing you."

It was about inheritance. ... I was given her blood, her eyes, her survival skills, her pain. My world was a constant train of imprinting.

Success pales in comparison to healing.

We dreamed away our problems.

I knew it was shit. But it was my shit. It was my home.

But you know the saying, "Show me a hero and I'll show you a tragedy"

Ilove staring at my mom. I take in every detail of her face, hands, skin. I see all the scars.

My dreams were bigger than the fear