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.
