I have no great words of wisdom. I wish I could say that my abuse had meaning and made me a strong person today better for what happened to me. I wish that I could believe that what happened to me was for a purpose. But I can't.

I have moved closer to coming to terms with what happened to me. It is more of a pragmatic acceptance. I lived through it, it is over and it has nothing for me. If I am going to get better I have to decide to move beyond it. Each time I fight the fear and keep it from consuming me I am one step closer. Each time I decide to walk the other way when I want to break down and cry over my past pains I become the person I wish to be. Each time I am able to turn my back on the visions I take back a little of what was taken away from me. Fighting the to break away from being a victim doesn't make me better or stronger it just makes me whole.
Carrie

<font color=green>Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.--Emily Dickenson