This book is dedicated to my best friend. The one who saw the potential in me when I couldn't see it. The one who knew there was something more to life. The one who could dream with me, laugh with me, play with me, or just be with me. The one who sacrificed what she wanted because she knew what I needed. You were always wiser than me.

I'm sorry I wasn't ready. I'm sorry it took so long. I'm sorry I was late.

You mattered.
Your opinion mattered.
What you saw in me mattered.
Apparently, I really was listening.
And I’m still carrying the good part with me.

This book is also dedicated to my parents, who did their absolute best to raise me. I turned out okay, right? And I'm still turning out.

To my stepfather, who taught me that if I’m not having fun, I’m doing it wrong. I wish you were here today to see how much fun I'm having. You're still with me.

To my mother, who taught me to be strong, to be kind, and that women are definitely wiser than men. I'm sorry that I misinterpreted the message at times and made my own life more difficult. I'm sorry you had to watch me fail, all the while knowing you had already shown me how to succeed. I just had to do it my way.

To my dad, who came back and offered me reconciliation, even thirty years later, and every day thereafter. I didn't know what I didn't know. It took me ten more years to realize the unknown. Thank you for the apology, for accepting a role I thought you hadn't played, and for knowing you actually had. I forgive you.

To my mentors and friends, who guided me when I could not see clearly. I don't think I could have done it without you.

To those who left their mark and impression on me, who helped mold me into the person I am becoming. I'm more aerodynamic because of you.

To those who saw me at my worst and loved me anyway. I don't know how you put up with me, but thank goodness you never gave up. I needed that.

To those who treated me like shit, thank you for showing me the wrong way. I learned what I refuse to become.

It may look like I did this alone, but I know better than that. I couldn't have gotten here without all the helpers along the way. I carry all of you with me.

And finally, this book is dedicated to you, the reader. I hope you can recognize a piece of yourself in my words. I hope you can recognize strength where you may have seen weakness. I hope compassion feels a little safer by the end. I hope this book can help you love more honestly, live more gently, and become a little safer for others.