You know, I've never thought the term "survivor" applied to me. But, let's see what I've been through:

-Severe OCD
-A long-term relationship break up when I was first diagnosed with OCD
-Two drug overdoses
-The nightmare that I lived EVERY SINGLE DAY from Years 7-10 at a Boys only high school
-Years of loathing the birthmark on my neck, which caused me to wear collared shirts everyday, even around my family
-Abusing painkillers to cope with my OCD
-Suicidal periods
-Years of sleep disturbance
-Loathing my appearance so much that I despise leaving the house
-Being unable to work for last year and a half

Six months ago I had learned to cope better with my OCD and was ready to go back to work until I suffered a severe relapse. I am now back in my second bout of Cognitive Behavioural Therapy and re-learning the techniques that had slipped away from me.

You know, I guess I'm still here. I'm doing my absolute best to get my life into some semblance of normalcy and that's all anyone can ask. I'm trying anything and everything to start living again.

I suppose that makes me a survivor, doesn't it?