"People Who Love Me." It's been more than 15 years since the day I wrote those words on the top of a journal page and started listing the handful of people whose names that I could add with full confidence. There weren't many of them that very first day, but that was because I had found myself in a place I had never been before, and, for the first time in my life, I needed to know who truly KNEW me...knew what I had done...and would still choose to love me. After years of trying so hard to please those that I cared about and making sure my choices wouldn't let anybody down, I had unknowingly come to believe that I was loved based solely on my performance. That worked until I could no longer "perform." Pain and heartbreak entered my life and left me feeling broken. And, as broken people often do, I made broken choices. Painful, life-changing choices that hurt those that I loved most in this world. It was those choices...