I can tell you some other things about myself.

I can tell you we didn’t break promises, because sometimes someone’s word was all we had.

I can tell you I know what it’s like to have the fact of someone’s life or death be the most important thing that happens every day. “Are you still alive?” That’s the question in the morning when the night has past. I can tell you I know what that is like.

I can tell you what it’s like when your smallest decisions can be the cause of someone else’s agony. Not just seem to be, but really are.

I am starting to get a grip on this. I am starting to understand who I was and who I still am, that a part of me still lives that way. It’s as natural as breathing.