I have my memories. My past. Most of which I would rather not have gone through, but the reality of it is- its who I am. My past affected my present and will affect my future, therefore, it's apart of me.

Despite a hard childhood, I breathe easy everyday knowing that from now on forward, I choose my own steps in life. I can make my own path, and it feels so GREAT.

I found my home. My family, and even with some big stressful things going on in my life at the moment, I am so grateful to those people in my life that support and love me. That's where my home is, with them.

I had a caseworker ask me at a training "would you go back and change things if you could? What would you change?"

Honestly? I am afraid to think of what kind of person I would be today if I hadn't spent my life in foster care, if I hadn't lived the life I did. I wouldn't change a thing- good or bad.

I'm home.
I'm loved.
I'm safe.

That's all that matters.