Briefly, I am in full swing recovery from a life that had more holes in it than I knew about. Breast cancer opened the door that allowed me to see myself as a person. Through it’s treatment, I learned about a whole side of what being a person is about, that I didn’t previously know. You see, I wasn’t a person. I existed only in relation to someone else, and what they allowed that I be. Cancer gave me my personhood. After that, a nervous break down that required a locked ward, dropping out of school, a leave of absence from work, and three months of out-patient therapy; finally pushed me to give myself a Self. This is an inconsistent telling of my journey post complete crash and deconstruction. This is my way out and up from despair.