My brother... he could have died when he went to come get me. Seeing his happiness now makes it hard to forgive myself for putting him in a place where he could have lost all he has, now. I understand it's a choice he made, and will keep making, but then, those other choices aren't about me.

[Is she being self-centered? Maybe. Or maybe she's just being self-aware.]

I already think I am worth saving. If I did not, I might as well die, because there would have been no point to saving me. But to forgive myself... it will take time.

[And then she remembers who she's talking to.]

But, um. Yes, I think... I have taken some steps? I am not sure, but I think so...