( CNN) Merely the strong survive, they say. Survival of the fittest. But in the past year, the reality of my survival has been a painful journey of guilt, reflection, and hope.
On June 12, 2016, I escaped Pulse nightclub in Orlando, Florida. That night had started like any other. Arm-in-arm with my best friends, Drew and Juan, “were in” racially intersectional and socially liberated. I was dancing with two left feet; I was safe. Moments afterwards, the first shoots rang out.