I am a survivor. I have thought those words so many times during my life time. I have survived things that many have never had to endure. And I say that knowing that there are people out there who have endured worst than me.
And my heart goes out to anyone who are struggling with any sort of struggle.
I have gotten back up, dusted myself off, screamed inside my head to “shut up and survive”.
I have not always been the kindest person to myself.
That was probably an understatement.
Actually no, that IS an understatement.
I am one of my biggest and harshest critics. For everything.
For my writing. For my coping skills. For everything that is going on inside my “pretty little head”. I criticize everything. Every aspect of my being has been at one point or another picked apart and critiqued by me.
And it has been harsh….to say the least.
Somehow I have not only survived the things that life has thrown at me, but I have had to try to survive the way my mind picked the situation apart, bit by bit, layer by layer.
Surviving my own mind…..How does one even do that?