Survivor

I am a survivor. I have lived through bullying at school and abuse at home simultaneously. I have lived through crippling loneliness. I have lived through being trapped in the pit of my own self-loathing. I have survived feeling so sick I physically cannot move. I have survived suicide attempts and self-harming. I survived having abusive roommates once I left my abusive home environment. I survived two nervous breakdowns. I survived a dozen medical tests. I survived feeling unloved most of my life. I survived three years of college and somehow made pretty good grades. I survived not having money for food and living off of microwave popcorn until my next paycheck. I survived countless panic attacks. I survived getting my wisdom teeth out and running out of pain meds too early, being in agonizing pain. I have survived every horrible day I have had in my almost twenty-one years (too many to possibly count). I have survived my life. I have survived all of the terrible situations I have been forced into. I am alive. I am still fighting. I am a survivor. If you keep fighting everything that drags you down, you are a survivor too. In between the moments of survival, there is happiness to be found. That makes everything worth it.