This is where it all changes (again). The rebirth, the rising, the reimagining. There’s a funny little sort of comfort here in this place. Getting here isn’t pretty, and being here is downright dismal, but we know it hasn’t killed us.

You don’t have to keep proving how brave you are. You’re the bravest person we know. It’s ok to rest.

Once upon a time there was a little girl with a special brain and an enormous heart. She was taught (frequently via very mixed messages) to let other people define her. This caused her great confusion, and gobs of pain.