"Mine. Perhaps that is what selfhood really is. Not finding yourself. Not becoming someone extraordinary. But refusing, finally, to abandon the ordinary girl inside you who always knew she deserved to exist. I don't think I was saved. I think I was returned to myself. And there is a difference. Being saved makes someone else the author of your survival."
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