The last few days were awful, with intrusive thoughts of the abuse. Been feeling very crazy and yesterday was sooooo fragmented, hubby was worried. No sleep last night.

I just took a shower and decided to get the day going and while I was in the shower I had a lightbulb moment, so simple...

I decided *%&# it....being a survivor just doesn't define me. It is only one small part of me and there was a me who existed before the abuse and there is a me now who has more than survived after. Yes, it's really difficult to accept and beyond comprehension....and it doesn't mean I won't have anymore days like yesterday but what it does mean is that I am healing and I will continue to heal. Yes, screw it.