of it for a while in my teens and early twenties. So I had a
place to talk about my painful stuĉ, to share it, and to do it
in a way that worked, and helped out other people, too.
My friend told me that people who haven’t lived anything
even close to a life like mine, even they think they are the
fucked up ones, and that everyone else is normal:
Friend: “Tiĉany, everyone has some version of this in
their life. Everyone has their own personal pain and
their own demons, and no one will talk about it, and
that’s why they never get better. ͳey’re all afraid to
talk about it.”I guess I’m not afraid to talk about it.
It just hurts a lot when I do.
I believe in God. And I believe I have a purpose in life. I
believe we all do. I believe you do, too.
I believe my purpose is to bring joy to people, to make
them laugh, and to share my story to help them. To show
people that no matter what, they matter, and they can
succeed. No matter how bad things go, no matter how dark
your life is, there is a reason for it. You can mnd beauty in it,
and you can get better. I know, because I’ve done it.
ͳat’s why my comedy so often comes from my pain. In
my life, and I hope in yours, I want us to grow roses out of
the poop.