I know and value what it means to wake up and be alive and to share my story. I'm so blessed to be here and to be able to talk about it.

I saw my hometown burning that day.

I sometimes feel like I'm caught in a vise. Some people feel like I'm some kind of hero. Others hate me.

Why can't we all just get along?

Waking up sober is a good day. I love being able to wake up and do positive things, to go to the gym.

We could all get along if we just hang out at iSurfing.

I tell myself time heals. It really does.