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

I went into college at seventeen, and like a lot of kids, I wasn't mature, but I definitely thought I was.

If you're my audience, it's not my job to give you a fantasy. It is my job to give you yourself.

"Fame is a vapor. Popularity is an accident. Riches takes wings. And only one thing remains… CHARACTER."

Luck is an elusive monster who chooses when to come out of its cave to strike and who will be its recipient. It's a business of deprivation.

Everybody has secrets. Everybody. I guess the difference is that we either die with them and let them eat us up, or we put them out there, wrestle with them (or they wrestle with us) until we .. reconcile. Secrets are what swallow us.

She may have even seen her death but was somehow resurrected. But to go on THAT journey, I had to be armed with the courage of a lioness.