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But the truth was stranger than an aimless road, it always was.

The implication: I had hallucinated a rape.

I had once again proven that again alone, I was again enough.

The small word, "No." I'd see its deity.

The bravest thing I ever did was leave there. The next bravest thing I did was come back, to make myself heard.

I walked home holding Tom's hand, not letting it go even as he tottered across a soccer field where there was nothing that could hurt him.

Happy people have everything to give.

It was heartbreaking to realize how we can fail the people we most love without even trying.

The way to self-love and admiration is to behave like someone whom you love and admire.

I needed only to allow myself to know what I already knew.

Loss is the shocking catalyst of transformation.

I didn't know if I was brave or reckless.

Fire is not essential. Fire is warm comfort. From fire, cultures are born.

I wanted him to look at me like maybe I was magic.

I'd believed I needed to be steady in myself before I could function with others - but surviving alone no longer felt like a good way either.

She was my mirror image, slightly distorted, flipped, older, larger, more able to coexist with a pack of men. I'd be their pawn. She was their queen.

I was beginning to feel compassion for myself.

We aren't afraid of what we can explain.

I began to lust after our conjoining life.

When I felt strongly I would say it strongly.

I was safe in this world. This was a place for creatures - I felt I had become more of a creature than a girl. I could handle myself in the wild.

After twelve years of trying, I just decided to stop missing.

Each year, Gracie Henderson moons a thousand strangers, collects their shocked faces in an annual photo album.

My body was smarter than I was. I was with someone who would never hurt me, and so I finally relaxed.

She wrote something down. She held her eyes firm on the pad. "Marijuana is a hallucinogen," she said softly.

Beneath hot sun, desert roses bloomed. Under cold moon, I still refused to.

These tools were my parents' way of saying: What you're doing is important. We support it. We want to help you find your way.

Vividly seeing that love had always been my mother's guide, I could finally release my anger - let go of it there in the woods - and move past it.

I wanted to come close to fierce wild things. They seemed prehistoric, rare and sacred.

I realized she was finding Junior innocent of rape. That meant that I was guilty of lying.

I sensed he was the one who might be able to see me clearly, the way I most wished to be seen.

I told myself that my separation from Dash was necessary. I couldn't wreck my hike for anyone, not Dash, no one. I knew this now.

It was my first lesson in the fragility of attraction.

This is the story of how my recklessness became my salvation.

As if violence could make light. Maybe violence could make light.

I was promising myself strength.

I had to write it, say it, make the effort and fake it before I actually believed I could do it.

I had no evidence. No physical signs of my rape existed anymore. My body had already purged them. That was the irreversible reality.

My mom used to tell me, "I don't like my mother, but I love her.

Childhood is a wilderness.

I flushed - this time not in shame - but in rage.

The PCT would lead me to an otherworld, through the sadness I felt here, out of it.

My relationship with my mother trapped me in the identity of a child.

I wanted both things: strength in my independence and also this new desire. This felt like the beginning of a new kind of love.

There was so little I wanted to carry. Packing my backpack took me all of four minutes

After all this time questioning whether I could trust myself, my instinct had proven right - I'd found a path in pathless woods.

I was no longer following a trail.

I was learning to follow myself.

I'd crossed a border -

Speaking openly, exposing the weak girl I'd been, I was no longer her.

In lovesickness we had found a common language.

I wrote through darkness, vividly seeing: my passivity was not a crime; my desire to trust was not a flaw.

Water was liquid silver, water was gold. It was clarity - a sacred thing.