Healing

When my father died, I was 7 years old, and much of the pressure fell to my shoulders, as I became co-parent. I was angry, and spent my adolescent years feeling never good enough, like dreams didn’t matter, and hiding my inner most self.

I met my now wife when I was 17, and we moved to our first apartment when we were 19. I was confused, still in poverty, but I was safe and loved. I had never been so seen.

I couldn’t ask for more. With my wife holding me, I finally had the ability to explore my spirituality