There are few places you feel secure. Home has many names and changes names. My home, where I live, is one of the only places I feel secure. With my family, with myself. It’s my castle against the world and outside, nothing matters. I can let whatever it is that is resting on my shoulders down and for me that’s a big thing. I’m not saying I have a perfect life in these walls, no one has that. But at least I have those I care about inside with me and I know those I love are safe. It’s a security I don’t take for granted when you’ve lived as I have.