09/16/2026
That kid had behaviors nobody could really explain.
He struggled in school. He could be wild, impulsive, and hard to understand. He didn’t know what was happening to him, and he didn’t know it was something he was supposed to tell someone about.
He just knew some things made him uncomfortable.
By the time he was 12, it had gotten so bad that he prayed for God to help him.
That help never came.
But somehow, that kid made it.
He grew up in the ways he could. He carried things he didn’t understand. He developed ways to survive before he ever had the words to explain what he was surviving.
And it has taken me a long time to understand something that feels so simple now...
It wasn’t his fault.
Not all the s**t that happened to him.
He was just a kid.
He didn’t know the words.
I’m fortunate to still be here in this world. Healing has been hard, and it still is sometimes.
But one of the most important parts of that healing has been learning to look back at that kid without judgment.
To understand him.
To forgive him for things that were never his fault in the first place.
I am the same kid
I am still here.
I am stronger today.