I’m All of Us

At one point in my life, I wondered why I had to go through so much sh*t. Now, I get it. People keep saying to me, “I can relate to your story.”

. . . and as awful as it is that you can relate (I am so, so sorry) – it’s also suddenly apparent to me that my endurance over these many traumas has become the very gift I have to offer the world.

If I had gone through just one or two things, I’d still be pretty relatable to tens of thousands – perhaps even millions – of people. But the statistics on what I’ve experienced are staggering (I just realized), AND suddenly my overwhelming desire to be on a global platform, telling my story to MILLIONS of people, makes a whole lot of sense.

Did you know:

1 in 6 women have been sexually assaulted? – so have I.
21 million Americans are addicted to something? – so was I.
140 million children in the world are orphans? – so am I.
2.9 million (reported) US children are victims of abuse each year? – so was I.
1 in 30 children were homeless (at the historic height) in America? – so was I.
43.8 million adults suffer from at least one mental illness in the US? – so do I.

And my book, “Finding Starlight,” tells the story of all of that and more. It’s the ultimate #metoo. This is the story of my darkness, yes, but also how I have healed through it all – and believe me, if I can heal, you can, too.

Why do I care so much? Why do I so badly want Reese Witherspoon and Ellen DeGeneres to discover me? Because MILLIONS of people are out there suffering, just like I did! And I just know – in my soul that I can offer a different perspective, an opportunity to heal, some inspiration to look for the light. Or, at the very least, I can show them that they are not alone in it. None of us are.

I have risen, again and again, out of the ashes of despair, of my own mistakes, of all the sh*t other people did to me – and I wouldn’t take back a single experience. I wouldn’t un-cry a single tear. I would do it all again – and, in a way, telling my story, I kind of am.

Why do I care so much?

Because I love you. I’ve been there, falling apart in the dark. I’m not afraid of diving right back into the darkness, grabbing every single hand, catching every single tear . . . bringing every single person (who is willing) back to the light within themselves.

I have lived every moment of my life for this.

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