Because who you were is just the stories you tell yourself about yourself, and the intersection of all the hurts you've ever had and how you survived them.

Who you are isn't the thoughts in your head or the fears in your heart or the name someone else gives you or takes from you. Who you are is what you do. It's the actions you take, or that you don't take. It's the way that you help people, or don't. It's the good that you put into the world, or the bad.

Because who you are is just the stories you tell yourself about yourself, and the intersection of all the hurts you've ever had and how you survived them.

But those stories aren't important to my story, and that's what I'm trying to muddle through right now—what I'm going to do, and where I'm going to go. And, most difficult of all, who I'm going to be—because who you are is just the stories you tell yourself about yourself, and the intersection of all the hurts you've ever had and how you survived them.