“You were only 16, but you felt so old. Most days, you wanted to walk away. Run away. Get in the car and drive away from the familiar – the familiar that silently branded you “worthless.” No one saw the word embossed on your heart. Your family would call you a fighter, a renegade, passionate to a fault. Your friends would say you did nothing in a small way, a lover of life. But you – you felt there was no way to fight against the wrong, no voice that could find the right words, no place to call home.”
If I could speak to the younger me, there is so much I would say. I’m sharing the words with Leigha Cann today . Join me there? And then let me know what you would say to your younger you? What advice would you give?