I’ve started looking at the question of ‘How did I get here?’ a little differently since then. This is not the first time I’ve struggled, but I pray it will be the last. And if you had told 17-year-old me that I would be alive at 20—I would’ve told you that I didn’t want that, that I didn’t want to keep living. But I did. I’m still breathing, and I’m grateful for that.
Recently, a friend quoted a lyric from the musical Hamilton to me: ‘Look at where you are / Look at where you started / The fact that you’re alive is a miracle / Just stay alive, that would be enough.'
I’ve made it too far to quit now, and I’ve fought too hard to give up.
You’re still here to tell your story, too. And that is more than enough.