My portal to another world was fiction.
Your tribe is out there, you just have to find them.
Some truths are expressed best in the form of myth.
I was here for a reason. There was something I was meant not simply to be, but to do- and it wasn't to run or hide or give up the minute things seemed terrifying and impossible.
Sometimes you just need to go through a door.
When someone won't let you in, eventually you stop knocking.