See, it isn't that I was handed the tools I needed at the most opportune times and I wasn't spoon fed idealism and confidence.
It is just that I have had to scrape every penny, every bit of what I had left to bring an idea to life.
I have know struggle intensely and repeatedly.
And it is not that love taught me to believe in myself, rather that I may have a gift of value and not just for me.
That using my voice to do good, to do right, was my calling. Love taught me, that liberation comes in many forms. And if you are in the midst of your struggle, that is your story, it is okay to start there.