Dignity is not something that other people assign to you. It is not something a laughing ex-husband can remove, or a scheming stranger can take away, or a cold shelter cot can diminish. It was inside me the entire time, through the motel and the park bench and the document bag on the picnic table and the courthouse room.
It was never not there.
It is never too late to reclaim the life that was always meant for you.