Three years ago today I checked out of the psych hospital I had checked into because I couldn't stand my life any more. I wanted to die and I knew how I was going to. The images of the abuse were everywhere, every minute, every breath I took. It controlled me and every minute of my day. My past was my present and I had no hope. But at the hospital I felt the presence of angels and I met a whole bunch of loving people who helped pick me up. They taught me to face my fears and they gave me my first chance to strike back at those who so viciously and mercilessly hurt me -- to hate them, not me for a change.

I have survived. And when I tucked my children into bed tonight, I knew the continuing struggle to survive is worth every tear, every moment of fear, every horrorible memory, every desperate prayer. They are so beautiful, my two little reasons for living. I am so grateful to be alive.

Thank you all for being here. We can make it together.

mtd