When I was young I didn’t understand the power of vulnerability. For me being vulnerable meant giving people access to hurt me. The irony with that with train of thought is, I was already hurting anyway. Recognizing that my experiences as a child of divorce, a victim of verbal and emotional abuse, plus living in fear because of poverty; had brought me a world of pain. That epiphany gave me the space to see that rather than hide from my story, I could tell it. The decision of whether holding it in would be more beneficial to others or detrimental to me was mine. Ultimately I decided that if I wanted impact the world I needed to understand that my purpose would require me to be vulnerable.