October 5th will always come. More years will go by, and it will still show up. It will still remind me of what I went through, and that’s okay. It will also remind me that I am a survivor. That I have the ability and strength to make it through whatever situation comes my way.
In some strange, bizarre, crazy, fucked up way…. I learned who I am. I learned that I am so much stronger than I ever thought possible. I learned that I can endure some of the greatest pain and still come out of it alive. I learned that I have a spirit that cannot be crushed by the cruelty of others.