I thought I would always regret the past. I thought I would take certain memories of the past to the grave…Today, I have found the courage to talk about the past. Today, I can own aloud the shit that has happened to me in the past. Today, I don’t regret anything that I’ve been thru. Today, I can see God’s hand even in the experience of being sexually molested. Today, I have put The Last Place thinking in my rear-view mirror.