Grandpa's past and how I changed.
Before I was seven years old, I had been a part of two deaths of family members. At three I witnessed my cousin drown and at seven I caused an accident that took the life of my little brother. I blamed myself and believed that if I had died, them my brother would not have died. That belief caused me to believe life was against me. Self-hate was my drug of choice, and I didn't even attempt to do many things believing I didn't deserve them. At age 45, I found a light that lead me to forgiveness of myself and my past. I want to share that light with you.