I’d say my bravest moments took place during my last few months of college, but I’d rather not talk about that on my blog. (I’ll happily answer that in private. <3)Other than that, I’d say I’ve done a lot of things that required me to be brave. I remember when my grandparents and my brother left me at orientation for college, and I realized in that moment that I was really alone, thousands of miles away from home, and wouldn’t be able to go back on the weekends when something went wrong. My mother wouldn’t be able to bring me soup when I was sick, and I wouldn’t be able to sit in my grandparents’ kitchen and feel safe and at peace with everything. (I brought my big plush dog with me to classes for the first few weeks so I’d feel safer, and people started calling me the “dog girl,” haha.) Being so far away from home was really hard at first, but I settled into my new life pretty well, and I created a routine and did a lot of exploring in Hollywood. A lot of things happened while I was gone that made me wish I was home (especially when I was placed in a mental institution several times), but I made it through everything that happened to me and was able to graduate valedictorian, even when I often thought about dropping out and going home. I think my years in college forced me to be brave and made me a stronger person.