After surviving the attack, I had to master a far more important lesson.
I had to learn how to choose myself above everyone else.
If I possessed the magic power to turn back hands of time, I would choose to never meet Christian in the first place.
I do not believe that extreme suffering is a divine gift, nor do I believe a woman needs to be physically destroyed to discover her inner strength.
However, no human being possesses the power to rewrite history.
The only power we hold is deciding who gets to write the final chapter of our story.
Christian wanted my life journey to end tragically inside a cold hospital room, with my head wrapped in thick medical bandages while he held my hand and dictated my future.
My story did not end in that hospital room.
He wanted the world to remember him for a tragic love story.
