anonymous

You stole my life. It sounds dramatic, and I honestly don't want to give you that much credit, but you broke me. You are the reason I can't breathe some days and feel like I'm literally suffocating. You are the reason I question my worth and my ability to do good in life. You are the reason I question God. You are the reason I question myself and whisper in my own ear that I'm crazy. You are the reason I often thinking about dying. You are the reason I can't think about my childhood. You are the reason I stopped being friends with your sister. You are the reason I stopped having girlfriends, enjoying what I love, and going out and living my life.

But. 

You are also the reason I am stronger. You are the reason I'm a fighter. You are the reason every day is a battle won. You are the reason I have to make a conscious choice to live my life as a survivor, and not a victim. You are the reason I encourage others to get help, and that there is hope. 

Because I will never let you be the reason that I decide to make my world stop turning. 

That,

Is not up to you. You don't get to have that power. 

Sincerely,

A survivor.