I, too, was carrying around my own fate. All the things I couldn't know sat somewhere inside, embroidered into me-maybe not quite fixed to the point of inevitability but waiting, in any event, for a chance to unspool.

I am so proud to be a Canadian.

I think it's the human spirit inside of all of us that has an enormous capacity to survive.

I've realized that the world is, in essence, full of banana peels - loaded with things that may unwittingly trip an internal wire in my mind, opening a floodgate of fears without warning.

I used my captors names every chance I had. It was intentional, a way of reminding them that I saw them, of pegging them, of making them see me in return.

Maintaining my dignity is so important for me.

The road to recovery will not always be easy, but I will take it one day at a time, focusing on the moments I've dreamed about for so long.