What do I want to leave the world with?

What if I miss the purpose of my life?

How do I want to be remembered?

Questions that used to consume me, until I started asking them a bit differently.

What legacy am I leaving my children?

What will they have to remember me by?

What essence am I implanting in them?

Any that's where I found the confidence I needed to take the next steps.

The next steps of healing for myself.

The next steps in deconstruction of... well, everything.

The next steps in walking away from unhealthy spaces to healthy ones.

The next right thing.

Even though it was scary.

How I hope to be remembered by them is someone who opened the door for herself to healing, held out a hand looking back at those who needed it, and walked them through the door to the other side.

I hope that I'm remembered as someone who was brave enough to face herself.

Ballsy enough to walk away from power structures that oppressed and suffocated.

Secure enough to...