I remember the realization of light striking me as I sat on a lumpy chair in a mental hospital for trying to take my own life for the second time. I remember looking among the teenagers around me and thinking, 'They are just like me. We are all the same.'
But there’s no greater community than discovering your own home. Maybe it’s not a building. Maybe it’s not even a place. But “home,” as defined by Merriam Webster, could simply mean a group of people who make you feel welcome or comfortable or loved.