As much as I cringe at the memory of some of my life experiences, time has proven them a potent learning tool. Reading a book, attending a lecture, listening to my parents or friends could never teach me life’s lessons so clearly. People who dole out hurt and manipulation exist in this world in higher numbers than I care to acknowledge. The role these people in our lives is painful but incredibly wisdom forming for those who survive. There was a time when I wished for a different life where bad things never happened, and people never hurt or mistreated me. Without those bad experiences, I would not be the same person. Yes, many broken pieces of me still need mending but once healed those pieces will be stronger than ever before.