30 Days of Truth ~ Day Two

Yesterday's post...easy peasy.  I could have come up with a gazillion billion things that I dislike about myself..but today's prompt is a gazillion billion times a little harder.

Day 2: Something you love about yourself.

Ummmm...yeah.  ::whistles while staring up at the ceiling::

When I was a child, I was abused.  Emotionally, mentally, physically and sexually.  I survived.

When I was an infant, just six days old, I was given up for adoption.  I survived.

When I was thirteen months old, I contracted Reye's Syndrome and was in a coma for four days and in the hospital for eight days.  I survived.

On the first day of junior high school, my best friend of six years stopped talking to me.  I survived.

Kids in school taunted and teased me mercilessly.  I survived.

When I was pregnant with Chase, Madelyn (eighteen months old at the time) and I were in a car accident that totaled my car.  I survived.

When I was pregnant with Madelyn, I choked on a sandwich and turned blue.  I survived.

Madelyn's biological father left me when I was three months pregnant because he wasn't ready to be a father.  I survived.

Chase's biological father abused me emotionally and took advantage of my fragile heart.  I survived.

I got the shock of my life on July 11, 2008 when I was found by my natural mother on Myspace.  I survived.

I began experiencing flashbacks of the abuse I suffered at the hands of my afather in August of 2009.  I survived.

I found out that a close relative has a chronic illness that will one day take their life.  I survived.

I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to write this post.  I survived.

I am a survivor.  I love that about myself.