I am writing again. Maybe one day I'll post them here. Maybe I won't.

This is all sinking in at different times. I knew it would.

But I am strong. I need to be, and I am. And sometimes, I am amazed by it. I am strong and intelligent. I had forgotten both of those things for awhile.

But now I remember who I am. And I'm back. After months of knowing what was truly going on, I can now sit back and heal. I shone the light on all of it, and now I can heal.

And I am. Because I am strong.

I've lived through my hells. And I will continue to. But I will only get stronger.

Each wound will seep. Then I will itch. But I will start to heal. And those scars will be with me for the rest of my life. But I will look at them and take them for what they are....stepping stones to completing who I need to be.

I am excited to meet the person I am supposed to be. I thought I found her and really liked her. But my journey is far from over.

And each day above ground is a good day. And each day of survival is a testament to my character. I will not lose sight of that.